Without a use this shining woman lived - Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms.
There is a place where Contrarieties are equally true. This place is called Beulah. it is a pleasant lovely Shadow, where no dispute can come, because of those who sleep.
The nakedness of woman is the work of God.
The busy bee has no time for sorrow. The hours of folly are measur’d by the clock, but of wisdom: no
SOME ARE BORN TO SWEET DELIGHTSOME ARE BORN TO ENDLESS NIGHT
Oh! why was I born with a different face? why was I not born like the rest of my race? when
If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.
INFANT SORROW My mother groaned, my father wept: Into the dangerous world I leapt, Helpless, naked, piping loud, Like a fiend hid in a cloud. Struggling in my father's hands, Strivin...
God Appears & God is Light To those poor Souls who dwell in Night But does a Human Form Display To those who Dwell in Realms of day
Eternity is in love with the productions of time. The busy bee has no time for sorrow. The hours of folly are measur’d by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure.
And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires.
As a man is so he sees.
Improvement makes straight roads but the crooked roads without improvement are roads of genius.
A robin redbreast in a cage Sets all heaven in a rage.
May God us keepFrom Single vision and Newton's sleep.
What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a song? Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price of all the man hath, his house, his wife, his children.
Whether on Ida's shady brow, Or in the chambers of the East,The chambers of the sun, that now From ancient melody have ceas'd;Whether in Heav'n ye wander fair, Or the green corners of the earth,Or the...
When my mother died I was very young,And my father sold me while yet my tongueCould scarcely cry 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep![a]So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.There's little Tom Dacre, w...
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom...You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough.
The fool who persists in his folly will become wise.