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Страница 244 - I find this conclusion more impressed upon me, — that the greatest thing a human soul ever does in this world is to see something, and tell what it saw in a plain way. Hundreds of people can talk for one who can think, but thousands can think for one who can see. To see clearly is poetry, prophecy, and religion, — all in one.
Страница 301 - Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.
Страница 158 - And this I know : whether the one True Light Kindle to Love, or Wrath-consume me quite, One flash of It within the Tavern caught Better than in the Temple lost outright.
Страница 310 - Oh threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise! One thing at least is certain — This Life flies; One thing is certain and the rest is Lies : The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.
Страница 90 - ALAS for those who having tasted once Of that forbidden vintage of the lips That, press'd and pressing, from each other draw The draught that so intoxicates them both, That, while upon the wings of Day and Night Time rustles on, and Moons do wax and wane, As from the very Well of Life they drink, And, drinking, fancy they shall never drain. But rolling Heaven from his ambush whispers, "So in my license is it not set down : Ah for the sweet societies I make At Morning, and before the Nightfall break,...