So it came to pass that as he trudged from the place of blood and wrath his soul changed.
A man with a full stomach and the respect of his fellows had no business to scold about anything that he might think to be wrong in the ways of the universe, or even with the ways of society. Let the...
There was a man with tongue of woodWho essayed to sing,And in truth it was lamentable.But there was one who heardThe clip-clapper of this tongue of woodAnd knew what the manWished to sing,And with tha...
He turned now with a lover's thirst to images of tranquil skies, fresh meadows, cool brooks— an existence of soft and eternal peace.
In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, Is it good, friend? It is bitter—bitter, he answered; But I like it...
LVIA man feared that he might find an assassin;
Held his heart in his hands,And ate of it.I said: Is it good, friend?It is bitter - bitter, he answered;But I like it
There was a man with tongue of wood who essayed to sing,and in truth it was lamentable;but there was one who heard the clip-clapper of this tongue of wood,
The slaves toiling in the temple of this god began to feel rebellion at his harsh tasks.
It was surprising that Nature had gone tranquilly on with her golden process in the midst of so much devilment.
If I am going to be drowned-- if I am going to be drowned--if I am going to be drowned, why, in the name of the seven mad gods who rule the sea, was I allowed to come thus far and contemplate sand and...
I stood upon a high place, And saw, below, many devils Running, leaping, and carousing in sin.
Camp fires, like red, peculiar blossoms, dotted the night.
And it was as if fate had betrayed the soldier. In death it exposed to his enemies that poverty which in life he had perhaps concealed from his friends.
It perhaps might be said--if any one dared--that the most worthless literature of the world has been that which has been written by the men of one nation concerning the men of another.
I like the people. But, considered generally, they are a collection of ingenious blockheads.
LCVIIf I should cast off this tattered coat,And go free into the mighty sky;If I should find nothing thereBut a bast blue,
Every sin is the result of a collaboration
XXA learned man came to me once.He said, I know the way, - come.And I was overjoyed at this.Together we hastened,Soon, too soon, were weWhere my eyes were useless,And I knew not the ways of me feet.
Within him, as he hurled himself forward, was born a love, a despairing fondness for this flag which was near him. It was a creation of beauty and invulnerability. It was a goddess, radiant, that bend...