"Think, in mounting higher, the angels would press on us, and aspire to drop some golden orb of perfect song into our deep, dear silence."
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"Think, in mounting higher, the angels would press on us, and aspire to drop some golden orb of perfect song into our deep, dear silence."
"She has seen the mystery hid Under Egypt's pyramid: By those eyelids pale and close Now she knows what Rhamses knows."
"The little cares that fretted me, I lost them yesterday Among the fields above the sea, Among the winds at play."
"His ears were often the first thing to catch my tears."
"He's just, your cousin, ay, abhorrently, He'd wash his hands in blood, to keep them clean."
"The growing drama has outgrown such toys Of simulated stature, face, and speech: It also peradventure may outgrow The simulation of the painted scene, Boards, actors, prompters, gaslight, and costume, And take for a worthier stage the soul itself, Its shifting fancies and celestial lights, With all its grand orchestral silences To keep the pauses of its rhythmic sounds."
"There are nettles everywhere, but smooth, green grasses are more common still; the blue of heaven is larger than the cloud."
"Whoever lives true life, will love true love."
"Or from Browning some "Pomegranate," which if cut deep down the middle Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity."
"The devil's most devilish when respectable."
"Nosegays! leave them for the waking, Throw them earthward where they grew Dim are such, beside the breaking Amaranths he looks unto. Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do."
"Whoso loves, believes in the impossible"
"Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who's sorry for a gnat or girl?"
"Enough! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were carved for us. The moss reprints more tenderly The hard types of the mason's knife, As Heaven's sweet life renews earth's life With which we're tired, my heart and I .... In this abundant earth no doubt Is little room for things worn out: Disdain them, break them, throw them by! And if before the days grew rough We once were loved, used, - well enough, I think, we've fared, my heart and I."
"How many desolate creatures on the earth have learnt the simple dues of fellowship and social comfort, in a hospital."
"He who breathes deepest lives most."
"O rose, who dares to name thee? No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet, But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubblewheat, Kept seven years in a drawer, thy titles shame thee."
"I would not be a rose upon the wall A queen might stop at, near the palace-door, To say to a courtier, "Pluck that rose for me, It's prettier than the rest." O Romney Leigh! I'd rather far be trodden by his foot, Than lie in a great queen's bosom."
"It was not the apple on the tree but the pair on the ground that caused the trouble in the garden of Eden."
"God only, who made us rich, can make us poor."