Love seeketh not Itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care; But for another gives its ease, And builds a Heaven in Hells despair.So sang a little Clod of Clay, Trodden with the cattle's feet; But...
In every cry of every man,In every infant’s cry of fear,In every voice, in every ban,The mind-forged manacles I hear.
How can the bird that is born for joySit in a cage and sing?How can a child, when fears annoy,But droop his tender wing,And forget his youthful spring?
He who sees the Infinite in all things sees God. He who sees the Ratio only sees himself only. Therefore God becomes as we are, that we may be as he is.
El mejor vino es el más viejo, la mejor agua es la más nueva.
But when he has done this, let him not say that he knows better than his master, for he only holds a candle in sunshine.
And where'er the rain does fall, Babes should never hunger there, Nor poverty the mind appall.
And did the Countenance Divine,Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And I watered it in fears,Night and morning with my tears;
Always be ready to speak your mind and a base man will avoid you.
I have mental joys and mental health Mental friends and mental wealth I've a wife that I love and that loves me I've all but riches bodily.
Oh! why was I born with a different face? why was I not born like the rest of my race? when I look,each one starts! when I speak, I offend; then Im silent & passive & lose every friend. Then my vers...
If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they'd immediately go out.
What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.
النمرُ ! النمر ! أيها القط البري يا من تشتعلُ بهاءً في الغاباتِ الليلية أي أيد ٍ وعيون ٍ أبدية شكلت هذا الجمال البري في عذوبة ٍ وعفوية ؟من أشعلَ النارَفي تلكَ العيون ِ العسلية ؟وبأي أعماق ٍ أو سماواتٍ...
The sun does arise,And make happy the skies.The merry bells ringTo welcome the spring.The skylark and thrush,The birds of the bush,Sing louder around,To the bells’ cheerful sound,
The modest Rose puts forth a Thorn.The humble Sheep a threat'ning Horn.While the Lily white shall in love delight.Nor a Thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.
Once a dream did weave a shadeO'er my angel-guarded bed,That an emmet lost its wayWhere on grass methought I lay.Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,Dark, benighted, travel-worn,Over many a tangle spray,A...
Man was made for joy and woeThen when this we rightly knowThrough the world we safely go.
He who sees the Infinite in all things sees God. He who sees the Ratio only sees himself only.