The essence of all beauty, I call love, The attribute, the evidence, and end, The consummation to the inward sense Of beauty apprehended from without, I still call love.
With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right the music of my nature.
Two human loves make one divine.
A great man leaves clean work behind him, and requires no sweeper up of the chips.
There are nettles everywhere, but smooth, green grasses are more common still; the blue of heaven is larger than the cloud.
truth outlives pain, as the soul does life.
He who breathes deepest lives most.
What frightens me is that men are content with what is not life at all.
The devil's most devilish when respectable.
My sun sets to raise again.
I heard an angel speak last night/And he said, "Write!"
Never say No when the world says Aye.
I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,-I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!-and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
All actual heroes are essential men, And all men possible heroes.
No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.
Who so loves believes the impossible.
Much of the possibility of being cheerful comes from the faculty of throwing oneself beyond oneself.
And if God choose I shall but love thee better after death.
The sweetest lives are those to duty wed, Whose deeds, both great and small Are close-knot strands of an unbroken thread There love ennobles all. The world may sound no trumpets, ring no bells The book of life the shining record tells. Thy love shall chant its own beatitudes After its own life-workings. A child's kiss Set on thy sighing lips shall make thee glad; A poor man served by thee shall make thee rich; A sick man helped by thee shall make thee strong; Thou shalt serve thyself by every sense, Of service which thou renderest.
A woman's always younger than a man at equal years.
Earth's crammed with Heaven.
We can't separate our humanity from our poetry.
God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.
If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.
Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.
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