Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Time's swiftness/ Which is the swiftest of all things: all were eternal torment.
This life's dim windows of the soulDistorts the heavens from pole to pole
The Holy WordThat walk'd among the ancient trees,Calling the lapsèd soul,And weeping in the evening dew;That might control
Man's desires are limited by his perceptions; none can desire what he has not perceiv'd.
Children of the future ageReading this indignant page
And all must love the human form,In heathen, turk or jew;
I give you the end of a golden string,Only wind it into a ball,It will lead you in at Heaven's gateBuilt in Jerusalem's wall.
لترَ العالم في حبة رمل،والسماء في زهرة برية،
When the stars threw down their spearsAnd watered heaven with their tears:Did he smile his work to see?Did he who made the Lamb make thee?-
The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or Geniuses, calling them by the names and adorning them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever...
I said: 'Thou thing of patches, rings,Pins, necklaces and suchlike things,
Every Night and every MornSome to Misery are born.Every Morn and every NightSome are born to Sweet Delight,Some are born to Endless Night.
Can I see anothers woe,And not be in sorrow too.Can I see anothers grief,And not seek for kind relief.Can I see a falling tear.And not feel my sorrows share,Can a father see his child,Weep, nor be wit...
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 we are put on earth a little space, that we may learn to bear the beams of love;
And throughout all EternityI forgive you, you forgive me.
A Robin Redbreast in a CagePuts all Heaven in a Rage.A dove house fill’d with doves and pigeonsShudders Hell thro’ all its regions.A Dog starv’d at his Master’s GatePredicts the ruin of the State.A Ho...
The Old and New Testaments are the Great Code of Art.
It is right it should be so Man was made for joy and woe And when this we rightly know Through the world we safely go.
Man has no Body distinct from his soul; for that called Body is a portion of a Soul discerned by the five senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age.