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The soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak, And placed it by thee on a golden throne,-- And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!)Is by thee only, whom I love alone. Elizabeth Barrett Browning
William S. Burroughs quote: "Confusion hath fuck his masterpiece."
Confusion hath fuck his masterpiece. William S. Burroughs
Ralph Waldo Emerson quote: "Nature always wears the colors of the spirit. To a man..."
Nature always wears the colors of the spirit. To a man laboring under calamity, the heat of his own fire hath sadness in it. Ralph Waldo Emerson
William Shakespeare quote: "Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for..."
Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end. William Shakespeare
It is the common fate of the indolent to see their rights become a prey to the active. The condition upon which God hath given liberty to man is eternal vigilance; which condition if he break, servitude is at once the consequence of his crime and the punishment of his guilt. John Philpot Curran
What hath God wrought?" Samuel Morse's message on the first telegraph communication in 1844. I love this nineteenth-century sense of humor about man's relationship with god's omnipotence. Samuel Morse
As a perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me; all things leave me -You remain. Other thoughts may come and go, Other moments I may know That shall waft me, in their going, As a breath blown to and fro, Fragrant memories; fragrant memories Come and go. Only thoughts of you remain In my heart where they have lain, Perfumed thoughts of you, remaining, A hid sweetness, in my brain. Others leave me; all... Arthur Symons
Thou knowest that these things which I say are true, and that I was never delighted in my own praise, for the secret of a good conscience is in some sort diminished, when by declaring what he hath done, a man receiveth the reward of fame. Boethius
Let me twine. Mine arms about that body, where against. My grained ash an hundred times hath broke And scarr'd the moon with splinters: here I clip. The anvil of my sword, and do contest. As hotly and as nobly with thy love. As ever in ambitious strength I did. Contend against thy valour. Know thou first, I loved the maid I married; never man. Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here, Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart. Than when I first my wedded mistress saw. Bestride my... William Shakespeare
And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise. Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Christopher Marlowe quote: "Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place,..."
Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is must we ever be. Christopher Marlowe
John Clare quote: "Ah, words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away..."
Ah, words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away... John Clare
The commonwealth is sick of their own choice; Their over-greedy love has surfeited. An habitation giddy and unsure. Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart. William Shakespeare
Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an after-loss: Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scoped this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe; Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a purposed overthrow. If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last, When other petty griefs have done their spite. But in the onset come; so shall I taste. At first the very... William Shakespeare
And as no man knows the ubicity of his tumulus nor to what processes we shall thereby be ushered nor whether to Tophet or to Edenville in the like way is all hidden when we would backward see from what region of remoteness the whatness of our whoness hath fetched his whenceness. James Joyce

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