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... Fears That I May Cease To Be . ' This is not about a man's fear that he may die before he has written himself out . If so , what is the en- tire second half of the poem doing there ? It is about a man who says when he thinks of the ...
... Fears That I May Cease To Be . ' This is not about a man's fear that he may die before he has written himself out . If so , what is the en- tire second half of the poem doing there ? It is about a man who says when he thinks of the ...
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... fear of wearing a mask for a moment , they are hypocrites all their lives . GEORGE SANTAYANA - Winds Of Doctrine * 32. WHENCE OUR PRIDE ? BREATHING the thin breath through our nostrils , we Live and a little space the sunlight see- Even ...
... fear of wearing a mask for a moment , they are hypocrites all their lives . GEORGE SANTAYANA - Winds Of Doctrine * 32. WHENCE OUR PRIDE ? BREATHING the thin breath through our nostrils , we Live and a little space the sunlight see- Even ...
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... fear ; Let the goal be far , the flight be fleet ! For we carry the Heavens with us , dear , While the earth slips from our feet ! 37 . JAMES THOMSON DIFFERENCE OF OPINION Nothing can be more unjust or ridiculous than to be angry with ...
... fear ; Let the goal be far , the flight be fleet ! For we carry the Heavens with us , dear , While the earth slips from our feet ! 37 . JAMES THOMSON DIFFERENCE OF OPINION Nothing can be more unjust or ridiculous than to be angry with ...
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... fear . For a tear is an intellectual thing , And a sigh is the sword of an angel king , And the bitter groan of the martyr's woe , Is an arrow from the Almighty's bow . WILLIAM BLAKE 42. THE MAIN ESSENTIAL WE may live without poetry ...
... fear . For a tear is an intellectual thing , And a sigh is the sword of an angel king , And the bitter groan of the martyr's woe , Is an arrow from the Almighty's bow . WILLIAM BLAKE 42. THE MAIN ESSENTIAL WE may live without poetry ...
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... FEAR no more the heat o ' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done , Home art gone and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must . As chimney - sweepers , come to dust . Fear no more the frown o ...
... FEAR no more the heat o ' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done , Home art gone and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must . As chimney - sweepers , come to dust . Fear no more the frown o ...
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Page 100 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Page 322 - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men. Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Page 400 - We in thought will join your throng Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts today Feel the gladness of the May! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Page 43 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 400 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 408 - Neaera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Page 70 - The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 312 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Page 399 - But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his ' ' humorous stage " With all the Persons, down to palsied Age, That Life brings with her in her equipage ; As if his whole vocation Were endless imitation. Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted...
Page 290 - Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, — All in one mighty sepulchre.