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.
I sought my God and my God I couldn't find;I sought my soul and my soul eluded me;
Cruelty has a human heart,And Jealousy a human face;Terror the human form divine,And Secresy the human dress.The human dress is forged iron,The human form a fiery forge,The human face a furnace sealed...
And what shoulder, & what art,Could twist the sinews of thy heart?And when thy heart began to beat,What dread hand? & what dread feet?What the hammer? what the chain, In what furnace was thy brain?Wha...
And did the Countenance Divine,Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
Always be ready to speak your mind and a base man will avoid you.
Mirth is better than fun and happiness is better than mirth.
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...
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
That the Jews assumed a right exclusively to the benefits of God will be a lasting witness against them and the same will it be against Christians.
Speak silence with thy glimmering eyes, And wash the dusk with silver.
Whate'er is born of mortal birth Must be consumed with the earth,
To see a world in a grain of sandAnd a heaven in a wild flower,Hold infinity in the palm of your handAnd eternity in an hour.A robin redbreast in a cagePuts all heaven in a rage.A dove-house filled wi...
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.
Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion
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.
Little Lamb, who made thee Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life, and bid thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, br...