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Lord, it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint; Yet I love thee and adore, Oh for grace to love thee more!
Thieves at home must hang; but he that puts Into his overgorged and bloated purse The wealth of Indian provinces, escapes.
They bore within their breasts the grief That fame can never heal- That deep, unutterable woe Which none save exiles feel.
I do oppose My patience to his fury, and am arm'd To suffer, with a quietness of spirit, The very tyranny and rage of his.
Ay me! for aught that ever I could read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottage princes' palaces.
An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity!
We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal in folly.
This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-Paradise.
Besides, they are our outward consciences, And preachers to us all, admonishing That we should drew us fairly for our end.
I thank you all and here dismiss you all, and to the love and favor of my country commit myself, my person, and the cause.
So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep. But they are creul tears. This sorrow's heavenly; it strikes where it doth love.
Did he so often lodge in open field, In winter's cold and summer's parching heat, To conquer France, his true inheritance?
There is none but he Whose being I do fear; and under him My genius is rebuked, as it is said Mark Antony's was by Caesar.
Let the bucket of memory down into the well, bring it up. Cool, cool minutes. No one stirring, no plans. Just being there.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love.
Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows That for oblivion take their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of earth.
He who feels contempt for any living thing hath faculties that he hath never used, and thought with him is in its infancy.
Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains; and of all that we behold from this green earth.
No day copies yesterday, no two nights will teach what bliss is in precisely the same way, with precisely the same kisses.
Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.
Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new; One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
I would have walked on the waterBut I wasn't fully insured.And the BMA sent a writ my wayWith the very first leper I cured.
Your friends will notice at once that glib vacuities fail to impress, and hate you, and tell lies about you. It's worth it.
To use legal or financial constraint to compel either abstention or submission, is entirely horrible, unnatural and absurd.
I am still trying to find out things. And I inevitably tell myself the story in different ways every time I think about it.
Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, oh sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
Is there evil but on earth? Or pain in every peopled sphere? Well, be grateful for the sounding watchword "Evolution" here.
I hold that Christian grace abounds Where charity is seen; that when We climb to heaven, 'tis on the rounds Of love to men.
Well, while I'm here I'll do the work — and what's the work? To ease the pain of living. Everything else, drunken dumbshow.
The poet is he who fights on the passionate Side and whoever loses he wins; when he Is defeated it is hard to say who wins.
Only men who are not interested in women are interested in women's clothes. Men who like women never notice what they wear.
Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground.
Will I be something? Am I something? And the answer comes: You already are. You always were. And you still have time to be.
The well taught philosophic mind To all compassion gives; Casts round the world an equal eye, And feels for all that lives.
To sing of Wars, of Captains, and of Kings/Of Cities founded, Common-wealths begun/For my mean Pen are too superior things.
I am kind of a curmudgeonly person, so I don't gravitate to groups or traditions, which is probably just pretentious of me.
Yes, I know. Death sits with his key in my lock. Not one day is taken for granted. Even nursery rhymes have put me in hock.
The Saints come, as human as a mouth, with a bag of God in their backs, like a hunchback, they come, they come marching in.
And almost everyone when age, disease, or sorrows strike him, inclines to think there is a God, or something very like him.
O precious is the pause between the winds that come and go, / And sweet the silence of the shores between the ebb and flow.
God, like all highest things, Hides light in shade, And in the night his visitings To sleep and dreams are clearliest made.
A mass of dust, world's momentary slave, Is man, in state of our old Adam made, Soon born to die, soon flourishing to fade.
All the gang of those who rule us Hope our quarrels never stop Helping them to split and fool us So they can remain on top.
I'm in good form, taking no interest in things, neglecting clothes, meals, company, and feeling calm and stable as I write.
The storm that bends the birch trees Is held to be violent But how about the storm That bends the backs of the roadworkers?
One cannot be arraigned for declaring a war, which every ruler has to do once in a while, but only for running a war badly.
The best songs are the ones about Georgia, even though I've never been there. It's the only place I still believe in Jesus.