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I prefer you to take as your model a mediocre sculpture rather than an excellent painting, for from painted objects we train our hand only to make a likeness, whereas from sculptures we learn to represent both likeness and correct incidence of light.
A chair should be judged by one's pants, a jewel by the light in a lady's eyes, a typewriter by the hovering fingers.
Is it so small a thing To have enjoyed the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have loved, to have thought, to have done.
With aching hands and bleeding feet We dig and heap, lay stone on stone; We bear the burden and the heat Of the long day, and wish 'twere done. Not till the hours of light return, All we have built do we discern.
The line of festal light in Christ-Church hall.
Culture is the passion for sweetness and light, and (what is more) the passion for making them prevail.
For [the] quick in wit and light in manners be either seldom troubled or very soon weary, in carrying a very heavy purse.
Still I enjoy The long sweetness of the simultaneity, yours and mine, ours and mine, The mosquitoey summer night light.
They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.
Pluralismthat is, the conception that there are many different ends that men may seek and still be fully rational, fully men, capable of understanding each other and sympathising and deriving light from each other.
And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.
And God called the light Dayand the darkness he called Night. And the evening and morning were the first day.
The L is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the L is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.
The entrance of thy wordsgiveth light; it giveth understanding unto the simple.
The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light: they that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the light shined.
The people which sat in darkness saw great light; and to them which sat intheregion and shadow of death light is sprung up.
Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid. Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father which is in heaven.
Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, according to thy word: For mine eyes have seen thy salvation,Which thou hast prepared before the face of all people; A light to lighten the Gentiles, and the glory of thy people Israel.
In him was life; and the life was the light of men. And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.
That was the true Light, which lighteth every man that cometh into the world. He was in the world, and the world was made by him, and the world knew him not.
And this is the condemnation, that light is come into the world, and men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil.
He was a burning and a shining light; and ye were willing for a season to rejoice in his light.
Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.
Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.
But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that yeshould shew forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light.
Come like a light in the white mackerel sky, come like a daytime comet with a long unnebulous train of words, Bismarck from Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying.
My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel is the English child, But I am black as if bereaved of light.
The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies, With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies, When love is done. See Lyly 523:12.
For I say, this is death and the sole death, When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.
The golden Hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my Dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary.
Deep in my soul that tender secret dwells, Lonely and lost to light for evermore, Save when to thine my heart responsive swells, Then trembles into silence as before.
She walks in beauty like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Writing has laws of perspective, of light and shade, just as paintingdoes,ormusic.If youarebornknowingthem,fine. If not, learn them.Then rearrangethe rulesto suit yourself.
Til that the brighte sonne loste his hewe; For th'orisonte hath reft the sonne his lyght; This is as muche to seye as it was nyght!
That hallowed piece of earth, that land of light and revelation, is the home to the memories and dreams of Jews, Muslims and Christians throughout the world.
O pure of heart! thou need'st not ask of me What this strong music in the soul may be! What, and wherein it doth exist, This light, this glory, this fair luminous mist, This beautiful and beauty-making power.
If men could learn from history, what lessons it might teach us! But passion and party blind our eyes, and the light which experience gives is a lantern on the stern, which shines only on the waves behind us!
While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont, And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve! While Summer loves to sport Beneath thy lingering light; While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves, Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes.
There isnothing ugly; I never saw an ugly thing in my life: for let the form of an object be what it maylight, shade and perspective will always make it beautiful.
Oh! for a closer walk with God, A calm and heav'nly frame; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb!
At eve The moonbeam, sliding softly in between The sleeping leaves, is all the light they wish, Birds warbling all the music.
Light wrestling there incessantly with light, Star kissing star through wave on wave unto Your body rocking!
Este natural impulso que Dios puso en m|su Majestad sabe por que y para que ; y sabe que le he pedido que apague la luz de mi entendimiento dejando so lo lo que baste para guardar su Ley, pues lo dema s sobra, (seg u n algunos) en una mujer; y aun hay quien dice que dan a. This natural impulse which God has implanted in meonly His Majesty knows whyand wherefore and His Majesty also knows that I have prayed to Him to extinguish the light of my mind, only leaving sufficient to keep His Law, since any more is overmuch, so some say, in a woman, and there are even those who say it is harmful.
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born, Relieve my languish and restore the light; With dark forgetting of my care return. And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill adventured youth: Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn Without the torment of the night's untruth.
You that love England, who have an ear for her music, The slow movement of clouds in benediction, Clear arias of light thrilling over her uplands, Over the chords of summer sustained peacefully.
Do not expect again a phoenix hour, The triple-towered sky, the dove complaining, Sudden the rain of gold and heart's first ease Traced under trees by the eldritch light of sundown.
'It is,'says Chadband,'the ray of rays, the sun of suns, the moonof moons,thestarofstars.It isthelightof Terewth.'
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way.
It's no fun being married to an electric light.
A University should be a place of light, of liberty, and of learning.
He brought light out of darkness, not out of a lesser light; he canbring thysummerout of winter, though thou have no spring God comes to thee, not as in the dawning of the day, not as in the bud of the spring, but as the sun at noontoillustrateall shadows,asthesheavesinharvestto fill all penuries. All occasions invite his mercies, and all times are his seasons.
Love all God's creation, thewhole of it and every grainof sand in it. Love every leaf, every ray of God's lights. Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things.
And all small fowlys singis on the spray: Welcum the lord of lycht and lamp of day.
After the kingfisher's wing Has answered light to light, and is silent, the light is still At the still point of the turning world.
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and the hope and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought, So the darkness shall be the light and the stillness the dancing.
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew.
Awake! for Morning in the bowl of night Has flung the stone that puts the stars to flight: And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultan's turret in a noose of light.
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedesbeforeus.It eludedusthen, but that's no matterto-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms further And one fine morning So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
I have always had the greatest contempt for novels written with a purpose. Fiction should render, not draw morals. ButI sinned against my gods to the extent of saying that I was goingto the level of the light vouchsafed meto write a work that should have for its purpose the obviating of all future wars.
Ulyssesis a dogged attempt to cover the universe with mud, an inverted Victorianism, an attempt to make crossness and dirt succeed where sweetness and light failed, a simplification of the human character in the interests of Hell.
Fromthefirst place of liquid darkness, within thesecond place of air and light, I set down the following record with itsmixture of fact and truths and memories oftruths and its direction always toward theThird Place, where the starting point is myth.
Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; Where there is injury, pardon; Where there is doubt, faith; Where there is despair, hope; Where there is darkness, light; Where there is sadness, joy. O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek To be consoled as to console; To be understood as to understand; To be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; It is in pardoning that we are pardoned; And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
In that sharp light the fields did lie Naked and stone-like; each tree stood Like a tranced woman, bound and stark, Far off the wood With darkness ridged the riven dark. 336
Close your bodily eye, so that you may see your picture first with the spiritual eye. Then bring to the light of day that which you have seen in the darkness so that it may react on others from the outside inwards.
The Dark Is Light Enough.
Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by children being taught mathematical concepts A graphical representation of data abstracted from the banks of every computer in the human system. Unthinkable complexity.Lines of light ranged inthenon- space of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding.
She may very well pass for forty-three In the dusk with a light behind her!
Mehr Licht! More light!
Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries.
Nor second he, that rode sublime Upon the seraph-wings of ecstasy, The secrets of th'abyss to spy. He passed the flaming bounds of place and time: 370 The living throne, the sapphire-blaze, Where angels tremble, while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.
Ye holyangels bright, Who wait at God's right hand, Or through the realms of light Flyat your Lord's command, Assist our song, Or else the theme too high doth seem For mortal tongue.
And I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year: 'Givemea lightthat Imay tread safely intotheunknown.' Hawking And he replied: 'Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the hand of God. That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way.'
To say nothing is out here isincorrect; tosay the desert is stingy with everything except space and light, stoneand earth is closer to the truth.
I climbed a hill as light fell short, And rooks came home in scramble sort, And filled the trees and flapped and fought And sang themselves to sleep.
The Europeans have scarcely visited any coast, but to gratify avarice, and extend corruption; to arrogate dominion without right, and practice cruelty without incentive But there isreason to hopethat the light of the gospel will at last illuminate the sands of Africa, and the deserts of America, though its progress cannot but be slow when it is so much obstructed by the lives of Christians.
It is burning a farthing candle at Dover, to shew light at Calais.
Through breaks of the cedar and sycamore bowers Struggles the light that is love to the flowers; And, softer than slumber and sweeter than singing, The notes of the bell-birds are running and ringing. The silver-voiced bell-birds, the darlings of daytime! They sing in September their songs of the May-time.
O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the clouds of the fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming! Keynes And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through thenight that our flag was still there; O! say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave?
And those who watch at that midnight hour From Hall orTerrace or loftyTower, Cry as the wild light passes along, 'The Dong!the Dong! The wandering Dong through the forest goes! The Dong!the Dong! The Dong with a Luminous Nose!'
They dined on mince, and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon.
We feel the machine slipping from our hands As if someone else were steering; If we see the light at the end of the tunnel, It's the light of the oncoming train.
Art is the retelling of certain themes in a new light, making them accessible to the public of the moment.
I now close my military career and just fade away, an old soldier whotried to dohis dutyas Godgavehimthelight to see that duty.
'Let there be Licht,'said God, and there was A little: but He lacked poo'er To licht up mair than pairt o'space at aince, And there is lots o'darkness that's the same Asgin He'd never spoken
So this is what our lives have been given to find, A language that can serve our purposes, A marvellous lucidity, a quality of fieryaery light, Flowing like clear water, flying like a bird Burning like a sunlit landscape.
Persons grouped around a fire or candle for warmth or light are less able to pursue independent thoughts, or even tasks, than people supplied with electric light. In the same way, the social and educational patterns latent in automation are those of self-employment and artistic autonomy.
Is it not possible that the rage for confession, autobiography, especially for memories of earliest childhood, is explained by our persistent yet mysterious belief in a self which is continuous and permanent; which, untouched by all we acquire and all we shed, pushes a green spear through the dead leaves and throughthemould, thrusts a scaled bud through years of darkness until, one day, the light discovers it and shakes the flower free andwe are alivewe are flowering for our moment upon the earth? This is the moment which after all, we live forthe moment of direct feeling when we are most ourselves and least personal.
Robaron los conquistadores una pa gina al Universo! Aquellos eran los pueblos que llamaban a laV|a La ctea'el camino de las almas'; para quienes el Universo estaba lleno del Grande Esp|ritu, en cuyo seno se encerraba toda luz. The conquistadores stole a page from the Universe! Those were the good people who called the Milky Way 'the souls'path'; for them the Universe was full of the Great Spirit, within which all light was contained.
Ye living lamps, by whose dear light The nightingale does sit so late, And studying all the summer night, Her matchless songs does meditate. 556
For some time I watch the coming of the night Above is the glistening galaxy of childhood, now hidden in the Western world by air pollution and the glare of artificial light; for my children's children, the power, peace and healing of the night will be obliterated.
My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends It gives a lovely light.
They believed, in short, that they held in their steady hands the candle that would light the world. We have inherited this belief, and it has helped and hurt us.
But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began: The winds, with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kissed, Whispering new joys to the mild ocea' n, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charme' d wave.
Come, and trip it as ye go On the light fantastic toe.
Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth. Save the cricket on the hearth.
But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowe' d roof, With antic pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight Casting a dim religious light.
Come, knit hands, and beat the ground, In a light fantastic round.
Virtue could see to do what Virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, Where with her best nurse contemplation She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffl'd, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i'the centre, and enjoy bright day, But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the midday sun; Himself is his own dungeon.
When I consider how my light is spent, E're half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide, Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, least he returning chide, Doth God exact day-labour, light denied, I fondly ask; But patience to prevent That murmur, soon replies,God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts, who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best, his state Is kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed And post o'er land and ocean without rest: Theyalso serve who only stand and wait.
A dungeon horrible, on all sides round As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all.
O how fall'n! how changed From him, who in the happy realms of light Clothed with transcendent brightness didst outshine Myriads though bright.
Long is the way And hard, that out of hell leads up to light.
Hail holy Light, offspring of Heav'n first-born. Bright effluence of bright essence increate.
And I will place within them as a guide My umpire conscience, whom if they will hear Light after light well used they shall attain, And to the end persisting, safe arrive.
Hear all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.
O goodness infinite, goodness immense! That all this good of evil shall produce, And evil turn to good; more wonderful Than that which by creation first brought forth Light out of darkness!
O loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blind among enemies,O worse than chains, Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age! Light the prime work of God to me is extinct, And all her various objects of delight Annull'd, which might in part my grief have eas'd, Inferior to the vilest now become Of man or worm; the vilest here excel me, They creep, yet see, I dark in light expos'd To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, 586 Within doors, or without, still as a fool, In power of others, never in my own; Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half.
If it be true That light is in the soul, She all in every part; why was the sight To such a tender ball as th'eye confin'd?
Do such moments really mean, as they seem to, that we have a life of happiness with whichwe onlyoccasionally, knowingly, intersect? Do theyshed such light beforeand after that all that has happened in our livesor that we've made to happencan be dismissed?
The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.
Jerusalem the golden, With milk and honey blessed, Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice oppressed. I know not,O I know not What joys await us there, What radiancy of glory, What light beyond compare.
The young girl stood beside me. I Saw not what her young eyes could see: A light, she said, not of the sky Lives somewhere in the OrangeTree.
Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead thou me on; The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead thou me on. Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for me.
For thefuture I cease,Deathapproaches with little delay, Since the dragons of Laune and Lane and Lee are destroyed; I'll follow the heroes far from the light of day, The princes myancestors followed before Christ died.
But though first love's impassioned blindness Has passed away in colder light, I still have thought of you with kindness, And shall do, till our last goodnight. The ever-rolling silent hours Will bring a time we shall not know, When our young days of gathering flowers Will be an hundred years ago.
A new scientific truth does not triumph byconvincing its opponents and making them see the light, but rather because its opponents eventually die, and a new generation grows up that is familiar with it.
How would you like a job where, every time you make a mistake, a big red light goes on and18,000 people boo?
The power to learn is present in everyone's soul, and the instrument with which each learns is like an eye that cannot be turned around from darkness to light without turning the whole body.
First follow Nature, and your judgement frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchanged, and universal light, Life, force and beauty must to all impart, At once the source and end and test of art.
Lo! thy dread empire,Chaos! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; And universal darkness buries all.
I shall never be persuaded that God hath shut up all light of learning within the lantern of Aristotle's brain.
In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head.
An age in her embraces passed, Would seem a winter's day; Where life and light, with envious haste, Are torn and snatched away. But, oh how slowly minutes roll, When absent from her eyes That feed my love, which is my soul, It languishes and dies.
The genius of American culture and its integrity comes from fidelity to the light. Plain as day, we say. Happy as the day is long. Early to bed, early to rise. American virtues are daylight virtues: honesty, integrity, plain speech.We say yes when we mean yes and no when we mean no, and all else comes from the evil one. America presumes innocence and even the right to happiness.
To know that light falls and fills, often without our knowing, As an opaque vase fills to the brim from quick pouring, Fills and trembles at the edge yet does not flow over, Still holding and feeding the stem of the contained flower.
Does it matter?losing your sight? There's such splendid work for the blind; And people will always be kind As you sit on the terrace remembering And turning your face to the light.
An optimist is a person who sees a green light everywhere, while the pessimist sees only the red stop- light. The truly wise person is colour-blind.
I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown.
Like a Poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
A lovely lady, garmented in light From her own beauty.
The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly: Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.
Let there be light! Said Liberty, And like sunrise from the sea, Athens arose!
The light is braying like an ass.
Jane, Jane, Tall as a crane, The morning light creaks down again.
Immortal, invisible,God only wise, In light inaccessible hid from our eyes, Most blesse' d, most glorious, the Ancient of Days, Almighty, victorious,Thy great name we praise.
I amso far likethemidwifethat I cannot myself give birth to wisdom, and the common reproach is true, that, though I question others,I can myself bring nothing to light because there is no wisdom in me.
The light in the window seemed perpetual Where you stayed in the high room for me
Instead of dirt and poison we have rather chosen to fill our hives with honeyand wax; thus furnishing mankind with the two noblest of things, which are sweetness and light.
For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered isgrief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Strength without hands to smite, Love that endures for a breath; Night, the shadow of light, And Life, the shadow of death.
I shall remember while the light lives yet And in the night time I shall not forget.
For a dayand a night Love sang to us, played with us, Folded us round from the dark and the light; And our hearts were fulfilled with the music he made with us, Made with our hands and our lips while he stayed with us, Stayed in mid passage his pinions from flight For a dayand a night.
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.
But we grow old, Ah! when shall all men's good Be each man's rule, and universal peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land, And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, Through all the circle of the golden year.
Be near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick And tingle; and the heart is sick, And all the wheels of Being slow. Be near me when the sensuous frame Is racked with pains that conquer trust; And Time, a maniac scattering dust, And Life, a Fury slinging flame.
Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At lastfar offat last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream: but what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year isgoing, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!' Was there a man dismayed? Not though the soldier knew In Memoriam A.H.H. Some one had blundered: Their's not to make reply, Their's not to reason why, Their's but to do and die: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volleyed and thundered.
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone; Maud And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky.
Wearing the white flower of a blameless life, Before a thousand peering littlenesses, In that fierce light which beats upon a throne, And blackens every blot.
I thought I could not breathe in that fine air That pure severity of perfect light I yearned for warmth and colour which I found In Lancelot.
For good ye are and bad, and like to coins, Some true, some light, but every one of you Stamped with the image of the King.
France had shown a light to all men, preached a Gospel, all men's good; Celtic Demos rose a Demon, shriek'd and slaked the light with blood.
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
The last light has gone out of the world, except This moonlight lying on the grass like frost Beyond the brink of the tall elm's shadow.
But Ireckon Igot to light out for theterritoryahead of the rest, because Aunt Sally she's going to adopt me and sivilize me, and I can't stand it. I been there before.
I saw Eternity the other night Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm, as it was bright, And round beneath it,Time in hours, days, years Driven by the spheres Like a vast shadow moved.
Theyare all gone into the world of light, And I alone sit lingering here; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear.
Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retir'd; Bid her come forth, Suffer her self to be desir'd, And not blush to be admir'd.
Since thou wouldst needs, bewitched with some ill charms, Be buried in those monumental arms: As we can wish, is, may that earth lie light Upon thy tender limbs, and so good night.
The poemis a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful. And in the end, the poem is not a thing we seeit is, rather, a light by which we may seeand what we see is life.
Oh, yes, thy sins Do run before thee to fetch fire from hell, To light thee thither.
Illustrious Cook,Columbus of our shore, To whom was left this unknown world t'explore, Its untraced bounds on faithful chart to mark, And leave a light where all before was dark.
Long my imprisoned spirit lay Fast bound in sin and nature's night; Thine eye diffused a quickening ray I woke, the dungeon flamed with light, My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed thee.
Thou hidden love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathomed no man knows, I see from far thy beauteous light, Only I sigh for thy repose.
Always remember, sir, that light and shadow never stand still.
Miss Farish, who was accustomed, in the way of happiness, to such scant light as shone through the cracks of other people's lives.
I can't stand a naked light bulb, any more than I can a rude remark or a vulgar action.
For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing often-times The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man.
Even forms and substances are circumfused By that transparent veil with light divine, And, through the turnings intricate of verse, Present themselves as objects recognised, In flashes, and with glory not their own.
From my pillow, looking forth by light Of moon or favouring stars, I could behold The antechapel where the statue stood Of Newton with his prism and silent face, The marble index of a mind for ever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought alone. 925
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; Turn whereso'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
If mine had been the painter's hand, To express what then I saw; and add the gleam, The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the poet's dream.
What soul was his, when, from the naked top Of some bold headland, he beheld the sun Rise up, and bathe the world in light! He looked Ocean and earth, the solid frame of earth And ocean's liquid mass, in gladness lay Beneath him:Far and wide the clouds were touched, And in their silent faces he could read Unutterable love.
Had I the heavens'embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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