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Imagining in excited reverie That the future years had come, Dancing to a frenzied drum, Out of the murderous innocence of the sea.
I have read somewhere that in the Emperor's palace at Byzantium was a tree made of gold and silver, and artificial birds that sang.
Though logic-choppers rule the town, And every man and maid and boy Has marked a distant object down, An aimless joy is a pure joy.
The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.
But many a crime deemed innocent on earth Is registered in Heaven; and these no doubt Have each their record, with a curse annex'd.
Men at some time are masters of their fates. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love.
Better be with the dead, Whom we to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life When you do take the means whereby I live.
I begin to find an idle and fond bondage in the oppression of aged tyranny, who sways, not as it hath power, but as it is suffered.
I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.
Costly thy habit [dress] as thy purse can buy; But not expressed in fancy - rich, not gaudy. For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
I always thought it was both impious and unnatural that such immanity and bloody strife should reign among professors of one faith.
What valor were it, when a cur doth grin, for one to thrust his hand between his teeth, when he might spurn him with his foot away?
A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.
For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel: Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! This was the most unkindest cut of all
Violent fires soon burn out themselves, small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; he tires betimes that spurs too fast.
Constant you are, But yet a woman; and for secrecy, No lady closer; for I well believe Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know.
That, sir, which serves and seeks for gain, And follows but for form, Will pack, when it begins to rain, And leave thee in a storm.
Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful knell.
In a heavy oppressive atmosphere, when the spirits sink too low, the best cordial is to read over all the letters of one's friends.
Oh! faint delicious spring-time violet, Thine odor like a key, Turns noiselessly in memory's wards to let A thought of sorrow free.
Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science
Stern daughter of the voice of God! O Duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring and reprove.
All men feel a habitual gratitude, and something of an honorable bigotry, for the objects which have long continued to please them.
It wasn't a deliberate decision to become a poet. It was something I found myself doing - and loving. Language became an addiction.
They put arsenic in his meat And stared aghast to watch him eat; They poured strychnine in his cup And shook to see him drink it up.
The decision to feed the world is the real decision. No revolution has chosen it. For that choice requires that women shall be free.
I am a woman in the prime of my life, with certain powers and those powers severely limited by authorities whose faces I rarely see.
No matter what happens around us, or to us, through love, our soul reaches immortality, conquering all dimensions and all destinies.
My family was very, very poor. We grew up in an environment that was so nurturing and so caring. Everything around us was beautiful.
Hold'em is a game of calculated aggression. If your cards are good enough for you to call a bet, they are good enough to raise with.
We can no longer assert any single proposition, unless we guard ourselves by enumerating countless conditions which must be assumed.
Good God! how often are we to die before we go quite off this stage? In every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part.
We are all alike, and we love to keep passion aglow at our feet, Like one that sitteth in shade and complacently smiles at the heat.
He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.
The old order changeth, yielding place to new, and god fulfills himself in many ways, lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
Of old sat Freedom on the heights The thunders breaking at her feet: Above her shook the starry lights; She heard the torrents meet.
We are self-uncertain creatures, and we may Yea, even when we know not, mix our spites And private hates with our defence of Heaven.
And the best and the worst of this is That neither is most to blame, If you have forgotten my kisses And I have forgotten your name.
The dusk runs down the lane driven like hail; Far off a precise whistle is escheat To the dark; and then the towering weak and pale.
Swimmer of noonday, lean for the perfect dive To the dead Mother's face, whose subtile down You had not seen take amber light alive.
Poetry is the most concentrated form of literature; it is the most emotionalized and powerful way in which thought can be presented.
Important lessons: look carefully; record what you see. Find a way to make beauty necessary; find a way to make necessity beautiful.
Rocks crumble, make new forms, oceans move the continents, mountains rise up and down like ghosts yet all is natural, all is change.
Of course the New Testament is very small. Its mouth opens four times as out-of-date as a prehistoric monster, yet somehow man-made.
A book can teach you, a conversation can assure you, a poem can seduce you, a genius can inspire you but only you can save yourself.
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.
The best writing is not about the writer, the best writing is absolutely not about the writer, it's about us, it's about the reader.