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Cover them over with beautiful flowers, Deck them with garlands, those brothers of ours, Lying so silent by night and by day.
But I have learned a thing or two; I know as sure as fate, when we lock up our lives for wealth, the gold key comes too late.
Worm or beetle - drought or tempest - on a farmer's land may fall, Each is loaded full o' ruin, but a mortgage beats 'em all.
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love')
To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower Hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour.
Pale brows, still hands and dim hair, I had a beautiful friend And dreamed that the old despair Would end in love in the end.
Designs in connection with postage stamps and coinage may be described, I think, as the silent ambassadors on national taste.
On limestone quarried near the spot By his command these words are cut: Cast a cold eye On life, on death. Horseman, pass by!
I think all happiness depends on the energy to assume the mask of some other life, on a re-birth as something not one's self.
The labor of the alchemists, who were called artist in their day, is a befitting comparison for a deliberate change of style.
The friends that have it I do wrong Whenever I remake a song, Should know what issue is at stake: It is myself that I remake.
That toil of growing up; The ignominy of boyhood; the distress Of boyhood changing into man; The unfinished man and his pain.
The fiercest agonies have shortest reign; And after dreams of horror, comes again The welcome morning with its rays of peace.
What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
Boundless intemperance In nature is a tyranny. It hath been Th' untimely emptying of the happy throne And fall of many kings.
Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's at the stake.
Nay, had I pow'r, I should Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth.
The most peaceable way for you, if you do take a thief, is, to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company.
The strawberry grows underneath the nettle And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality.
Let me have men about me that are fat... Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
Lords, knights and gentlemen, what I should say My tears gainsay; for every word I speak, Ye see I drink the water of my eye.
Write till your ink be dry, and with your tears Moist it again, and frame some feeling line That may discover such integrity.
Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, If thou but think'st him wronged, and mak'st his ear A stranger to thy thoughts.
The thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Of smooth civility; yet am I inland bred And know some nurture.
He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo.
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain
She says I am not fair, that I lack manners; She calls me proud, and that she could not love me, Were man as rare as Phoenix.
I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.
Some men are called sagacious, merely on account of their avarice; whereas a child can clench its fist the moment it is born.
The Primrose for a veil had spread The largest of her upright leaves; And thus for purposes benign, A simple flower deceives.
O Reader! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle Reader! you would find A tale in everything.
Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: We murder to dissect.
Why is it that right-wing bastards always stand shoulder to shoulder in solidarity, while liberals fall out among themselves?
And one rose in a tent of sea and gave A darkening shudder; water fell away; The whale stood shining, and then sank in spray.
What would it mean to live in a city whose people were changing each other's despair into hope?-- You yourself must change it.
It is the mark of the mind untrained to take its own processes as valid for all men, and its own judgments for absolute truth.
Religion itself becomes offensively monotonous. On every point of vantage are pagodas -- stupid stalagmites of stagnant piety.
The old spelling MAGICK has been adopted throughout in order to distinguish the Science of the Magi from all its counterfeits.
The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd
Yet through all, we know this tangled skein is in the hands of One, Who sees the end from the beginning: He shall unravel all.
As the husband is the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.
It is unconceivable that the whole Universe was merely created for us who live in this third-rate planet of a third-rate moon.
Breathe when you breathe. Walk where you walk. Talk when you talk. Cry when you cry. Die when you die. Let go when you let go.
Last Exit to Brooklyn should explode like a rusty hellish bombshell over America and still be eagerly read in a hundred years.
I never deny poems when they come; whatever I am doing, whatever I am writing, I lay it aside and attend to the arriving poem.
Art is like politics. Any theory carried too far ends in sterility, and freshness is only gained by following some other line.
Happiness: We rarely feel it. I would buy it, beg it, steal it, Pay in coins of dripping blood For this one transcendent good.
Fifteen millions of soldiers with popguns and horses All bent upon killing, because their "of courses" Are not quite the same.
But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back. There is no bruise like the bruise loneliness kicks into your spine.