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'Twas then great Marlbro's mighty soul was proved.
'Tis pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul; I think the Romans call it stoicism.
It must be soPlato, thou reason'st well! Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into naught? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man. Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!
Human good turns out to be activity of soul exhibiting excellence, and if there is more than one sort of excellence, in accordance with the best and most complete.Foroneswallowdoesnot makea summer, nor does one day; and so too one day, or a short time, does not make a man blessed and happy.
Calm soul of all things! make it mine To feel, amid the city's jar, That there abides a peace of thine, Man did not make, and cannot mar.
The difference between genuine poetry and the poetry of Dryden,Pope, and all their school, is briefly this: their poetry is conceived and composed in their wits, genuine poetry is conceived and composed in the soul.
His harmonical and ingenious soul did lodge in a beautiful and well proportioned body. He was a spare man. He was so fair that they called him the lady of Christ's College.
The first sense he had of God was when he was eleven years oldat Chigwell being retired intoa chamberalone: he was so suddenly surprised with a sense of inward comfort and (as he thought) an external glory in the room that he had many times said that from thence he has the Seal of Divinityand Immortality, that there was a God and thatthesoul of manwas capable ofenjoying his divine communications.
Nowhere can a man find a quieter or more untroubled retreat than in his own soul.
An agreeable harmony for the honour of God and the permissible delights of the soul.
I bequeath my soul to God For my name and memory, I leave it to men's charitable speeches, and to foreign nations, and the next age.
No real English gentleman, in his secret soul, was ever sorry for the death of a political economist.
This ae nighte, this ae nighte, Every nighte and alle, Fire and fleet and candle-lighte, And Christe receive thy saule.
I sing the sweets I know, the charms I feel, My morning incense, and my evening meal, The sweets of Hasty-Pudding.Come, dear bowl, Glide o'er my palate, and inspire my soul.
Variety is the soul of pleasure.
Liberavi animam meam. I have freed my soul.
La solitude re tablit aussi bien les harmonies du corps que celles de l'a" me. Solitude restores the harmonies of the body no less than those of the soul.
You know my temperature's risin', The juke box's blowin'a fuse, My heart's beatin'rhythm, My soul keeps a singin'the blues Roll over Beethoven, Tell Tchaikovsky the news.
Hear,O Israel: the L our God is one L: And thou shalt love the L thy God with all thy soul, and with all thy might.
The L ismy shepherd; Ishall not want.He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.Yea, though I walk through the valleyof theshadow of death,I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the L for ever.
Asthehart pantethafter thewaterbrooks, sopantethmy soul after thee,O God. My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God?
Truly my soul waiteth upon God: from him cometh my salvation. He only is my rock and my salvation; he is my defence; I shall not be greatly moved.
O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dryand thirsty land, where no water is.
How amiable are thy tabernacles,O L of hosts! 96 My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the L: my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God. Yea, thesparrow hath found anhouse, and theswallowa nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars,O L of hosts, my King, and my God.
Their soul abhorreth all manner of meat; and they draw near unto the gates of death.
My son, if thou come to serve the Lord, prepare thy soul for temptation.
Laugh no man to scorn in the bitterness of his soul: for there is one which humbleth and exalteth.
Give not thy soul unto a woman to set her foot upon thy substance.
For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: and whosoever will lose his life for my sake shall find it. For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?
Jesus said unto him,Thou shalt love the Lord Thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like unto it,Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets.
And Mary said, My soul doth magnify the Lord, And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour. For he hath regarded the low estate of his handmaiden: for, behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed. For he that is mighty hath done to me great things; and holy is his name. And his mercy is on them that fear him from generation to generation. He hath shewed strength with his arm; he hath scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts. He hath put down the mighty from their seats, and exalted them of low degree. He hath filled the hungry with good things; and the rich he hath sent emptyaway.
And Iwill say tomy soul, Soul, thou hast muchgoodslaid up for many years; take thine ease, eat, drink, and be merry. But God said unto him,Thou fool, this night thy soul shall be required of thee.
For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit.
He which converteththesinner fromthe errorof his way shall save a soul from death, and shall hide a multitude of sins.
Magnificat anima mea Dominum; et exsultavit spiritus meus in Deo salvatore meo. My soul doth magnify the Lord: and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour. See Bible (NewTestament) 115:23.
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.
Man was made for Joyand Woe, And when this we rightly know, Thro'the world we safely go. Joy and Woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine.
Education is the taming or demonstration of the soul's raw passionsnot suppressing them or excising them, whichwould deprivethesoul of its energybutforming and informing them as art.
It profits a man nothing to give his soul for the whole world But for Wales!
Bemercifuluntome,OGod, be mercifuluntome, for my soul trusteth in thee: and under the shadow of thy wings shall be my refuge, until this tyranny be over-past.
Whose feet they hurt in the stocks: the iron entered into his soul.
Their soul abhorred all manner of meat: and they were even hard at death's door.
I will give thanks unto thee, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works, and that my soul knoweth right well.
Russia is my homeand for everything that I have in my soul I am obligated to Russia and its people. Andthis is the main thingobligated to its language.
To think a soul so near divine, Within a form, so angel fair, United to a heart like thine, Has gladdened once our humble sphere.
My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; For above and around me the wild wind is roaring, Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas.
The soul fortunately, has an interpreteroften an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreterin the eye.
No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways! I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and Ideal Grace.
What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?
Just when we are safest, there's a sunset-touch, A fancy from a flower-bell, some one's death, A chorus-ending from Euripides, And that's enough for fifty hopes and fears As old and new at once as Nature's self, To rap and knock and enter in our soul. Take hands and dance there, a fantastic ring, Round the ancient idol, on his base again, The grand Perhaps.
Into that sad obscure sequestered state Where God unmakes but to remake the soul He else made first in vain; which must not be.
I want to know a butcher paints, A baker rhymes for his pursuit, Candlestick-maker much acquaints His soul with song, or, haply mute, Blows out his brains upon the flute.
What shall we say of the intelligence, not to say religion, of those who are so particular to distinguish between fishes and reptiles and birds, but put a man with an immortalsoul inthesame circlewiththewolf, thehyena, and theskunk? What must betheimpressionmadeupon children by such a degradation of man?
Oh Rome! my country! city of the soul!
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.
Byour skill in Mechanism, it has cometo pass, that in the management of external things we excel all other ages; while in whatever respects the pure mortal nature, in true dignity of soul and character, we are perhaps inferior to most civilised ages.
In books lies the soul of the whole Past Time; the articulate audible voice of the Past, when the body and material substance of it has altogether vanished like a dream.
Soy el cantor deAme rica auto ctono y salvaje; mi lira tiene un alma, mi canto un ideal. Mi verso no se mece colgado de un ramaje con un vaive n pausado de hamaca tropical. I am the aboriginal and savage singer of America; my lyre has a soul, my song has an ideal. My poetry does not swing from the branches with the slow movement of a tropical hammock.
The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.
The artist must possess the courageous soul that dares and defies.
Those sounds which oft have raised me, whilst they awed, And sent my soul abroad, Might now perhaps their wonted impulse give, Might startle this dull pain, and make it move and live!
Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
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.
Though taste, though genius bless To some divine excess, Faints the cold work till thou inspire the whole; What each, what all supply May court, may charm our eye, Thou, only thou can'st raise the meeting soul!
With eyes up-raised, as one inspired, Pale Melancholy sate retired, And from her wild sequestered seat, In notes by distance made more sweet, Poured thro'the mellow horn her pensive soul.
He nursed the feelings these dull scenes produce, And loved to stop beside the opening sluice; Where the small stream, confined in narrow bound, Ran with a dull, unvaried, sad'ning sound; Where all presented to the eye or ear, Oppressed the soul! with misery, grief, and fear.
Say, lingering fair! why comes the birth Of your brave soul so slowly forth?
because my father lived his soul love is the whole and more than all
The colour of my soul is iron-greyand sad bats wheel about the steeple of my dreams.
The soul is placed in the body like a rough diamond, and must be polished, or the lustre of it will never appear.
I live in company with a body, a silent companion, exacting and eternal.He it iswho notesthat individuality whichistheseal oftheweakness ofourrace.Mysoul has wings, but the brutal jailer is strict.
What is the odds so long as the fire of soul is kindled at the taper of conwiviality, and the wing of friendship never moults a feather!
He is not a genuine foreign-grown savage; he is the ordinary home-made article.Dirty, ugly, disagreeableto all the senses, in body a common creature of the common streets, only in soul a Heathen. Homely filth begrimes him, homely parasites devour him, homely sores are in him, homely rags are on him: native ignorance, the growth of English soil and climate, sinks his immortal nature lower than the beasts that perish.
'Hope' is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stopsat all
I sing the progress of a deathless soul.
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so, For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones and soul's delivery.
Let man's soul be a sphere, and then, in this, The intelligence that moves, devotion is.
Shakespearewas the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul. All images of Nature were still present to him, and he drew them, not laboriously, but luckily; when he describes anything, you more than see it, you feel it too. Those who accuse him to have wanted learning, give him the greater commendation: he was naturally learned; he needed not the spectacles of books to read Nature; he looked inwards, and found her there He is many times flat, insipid; his comic wit degenerating into clenches, his serious swelling into bombast. But he is always great.
Virtue's his path; but sometimes 'tis too narrow For his vast soul; and then he starts out wide, And bounds into a vice.
Her pencil drew whate'er her soul designed, And oft thehappydraft surpassed the image in her mind.
Revolving in his altered soul The various turns of chance below.
Refined himself to soul, to curb the sense And made almost a sin of abstinence.
Was man made stupid to see his own stupidity? Is God by definition indifferent, beyond us all? Is the eternal truth man's fighting soul Wherein the Beast ravens in its own avidity?
I think it is something of the same sort of security we should seek in our relationship with God. The most flawless proof of the existence of God isno substitute for it; and if we have that relationship, the most convincing disproof is turned aimlessly aside.If I may say it with reverence, the soul and God laugh together over so odd a conclusion.
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.
And glow more intense than blaze of branch, or brazier, Stirs the dumb spirit: no wind, but pentecostal fire In the dark time of the year. Between melting and freezing The soul's sap quivers.
A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines.With consistencya great soul has simply nothing to do.
Belief consists in affirming the affirmations of the soul; unbelief, in denying them.
Immortality will cometosuch as are fit for it, and he who would be a great soul in future must be a great soul now.
Ibelievemanwill not merelyendure, hewill prevail.Heis immortal, not because he, alone among creatures, has an inexhaustible voice but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance.
While Socrates empties the cup of poison with unshaken soul,Christ exclaims,'If it is possible, let this cup pass from me'.Christ in this respect is the self- confession of human sensibility.
In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o'clock in the morning, dayafter day.
The joys of marriage are the heaven on earth, Life's paradise, great princess, the soul's quiet, Sinews of concord, earthly immortality, Eternity of pleasures; no restoratives Like to a constant woman.
Le bon critique est celui qui raconte les aventures de son a" me au milieu des chefs-d'oeuvres. The good critic is one who recognizes the adventures of his own soul in great works of art.
For I have a song to sing,O! It is sung to the moon By a love-lorn loon, Who fled from the mocking throng,O! It's the song of a merryman moping mum, Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb, As he sighed for the love of a ladye!
Now, our music is universal. It shares the rhythmic content of African music, music of the Western Hemisphere and various lands of the East, and has merged this rhythm with European harmonies, the soul of the slaves, the blues, and the spirituals to create jazz.
But knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
To save thy secret soul from nightly fears.
Si sos gaucho en de veras, no has de mudar, porque andequiera que vayas ira s con tu alma por delante. If you're reallya gaucho, you can't change, because wherever you go, you'llgowith your soul leading theway.
Never let success hide its emptiness from you; achievement its nothingness; toil its desolation. Keep alivetheincentivetopushonfurther, that pain inthesoul that drives us beyond ourselves. Do not look back, and do not dream about the future either. It will neither give you back the past, nor satisfy your other daydreams. Your duty, your reward, your destiny are here and now.
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
You would not find out the boundaries of the soul, even by travelling along every path: so deepa measure doesit have.
Sorrow was all my soul; I scarce believed, Till grief did tell me roundly, that I lived.
Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back; Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning If I lacked any thing.
The soul in paraphrase.
Soul of my lie, and fame! Eternal lamp of love! whose radiant flame Out-glares the Heav'ns Osiris; and thy gleams Out-shine the splendour of his mid-day beams.
'Tis thou, alone, who with thy mystic fan, Work'st more than Wisdom, Art, or Nature can, To rouse the sacred madness; and awake The frost-bound-blood, and spirits; and to make Them frantic with thy raptures, flashing through The soul, like lightning, and as active too.
Quid confert animae pugna Hectoris, vel disputatio Platonis, aut carmina Maronis, vel neniae Nasonis? Of what benefit to the soul are the struggles of Hector, the disputations of Plato, the songs of Virgil, or the dirges of Ovid?
Twice a week the winter through Here I stood to keep the goal: Football then was fighting sorrow For the young man's soul.
Me" lez toute votre a" me a' la cre ation! Involve all of your soul in creation!
Respirer Paris, cela conserve l'a" me. To inhale Paris preserves the soul.
A bad book isasmuchof a labour towriteas a good one; it comes as sincerely from the author's soul.
Las grandes bellezas de la creacio n no pueden a un tiempo ser vistas y cantadas: es necesario que vuelvan al alma empalidecidas por la memoria infiel. The most beautiful things on earth cannot be seen and sung at the same time: they must return to the soul weakened by unfaithful memory.
Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste. I've been around for a long, long year Stole many a man's soul and faith. And I was around when Jesus Christ Had his moments of doubt and pain, Made damn sure that Pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate. Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game.
His soul moves in his fee.
Soul of the Age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage!
Bodyand soul,Black America reveals the extreme questions of contemporary life, questions of freedom and identity: How can I be who I am?
His soul swooned slowlyas he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descentoftheir lastend, uponall theliving and the dead.
Ingeneral, therefore, color isa means ofexerting a direct influenceuponthesoul.Coloristhekeyboard.The eyeis the hammer. The soul is the piano, with its many strings.
My entire soul is a cry, and all my work is a commentary on that cry.
Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind, Whose words are images of thoughts refined, Is my soul's pleasure; and it sure must be Almost the highest bliss of human-kind, When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.
O for ten years, that I may overwhelm Myself in poesy; so I may do the deed That my own soul has to itself decreed.
The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted: thence proceeds mawkishness.
Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards, And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul.
Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a muse' d rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Awake my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run.
The Soul of A New Machine
If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o'mine,O mother o'mine.
Then it'sTommy this, an' Tommy that, and 'Tommy 'ow's yer soul?' But it's 'Thin red line of 'eroes' when the drums begin to roll. See Russell 706:69.
When the sun shall be darkened, when the stars shall be thrown down, when the mountains shall be set moving, when the pregnant camels shall be neglected, when the savage beasts shall be mustered, when the seas shall be set boiling, when the souls shall be coupled, when the buried infant shall be asked for what sin she was slain, when the scrolls shall be unrolled, when heaven shall be stripped off, when Hell shall be set blazing, when Paradise shall be brought nigh, then shall a soul know what it has produced.
O u' donc es-tu, o" a" me bien-aime e? Where are you now, oh soul desired?
Farewell (sweet Cooke-ham) where I first obtained Grace from that grace where perfect grace remained; And where the muses gave their full consent, I should have power the virtuous to content; Where princely palace willed me to indite, The sacred story of the soul's delight.
Ac thorugh his science soothy was nevere no soule ysaved, Ne broght by hir bokes to blisse ne to joye.
What do the facts we know about a man amount to? Only two things we can know of him, and this by pure soul-intuition: we can know if he is true to the flame of life and love which is inside his heart, or if he is false to it.
The indifferencethe fern-dark indifference of this remote golden Australia. Not to carefrom the bottom of one's soul not to care.
A good painter has two chief objects to paint, man and the intention of his soul; the former is easy, the latter harder, because he has to represent it by the attitudes and movements of the limbs.
The soul started at the knee-cap and ended at the navel.
There's sure no passion in the human soul, But finds its food in music.
Drabs from the alleyways and drug fiends pale Minds still passion-ridden, soul-power frail: Vermin-eaten saints with moldy breath, Unwashed legions with the ways of Death (Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?)
For should thesoul of a prince enterand informthebody of a cobbler, as soon as deserted by his own soul, everyone sees he would be the same person with the prince, accountable only for the prince's actions; but who would say it was the same man?
Life is real, life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage; If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free; Angels along that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Si tengo la fortuna de que con tu alma mi dolor se integre, te dire entre melanco lico y alegre las singulares cosas de la luna. If I am fortunate enough for your soul to mix with my sorrow, I will tell you, half with melancholy, half with gladness, Unique things about the moon.
The cardinal tenets of feminism divided my generation, effectively disempowering and disenfranchising its members. It does make me bitterlyangry that my generation, which prided itself so complacently on its soul, on its powers of intelligence and analysis, should have fallen so cloddishly for totalitarian simplicities which declared a war of eternal opposition between men and women.
Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven; To his feet thy tribute bring. Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Who like me his praise should sing?
A'thing that ony man can be's A mockery o' his soul at last.
Be like the thistle,O my soul, Heedless o'praise and quick to take affront
Here lie I, Martin Elginbrodde: Hae mercy o'my soul, Lord God; As I wad do, were I Lord God, And ye were Martin Elginbrodde.
Prostitution. Selling one's body to keep one's soulone might say of most modern marriages that they were selling one's soul to keep one's body.
And the gods are absent and the men are still Noli me tangere, my soul is forfeit. Some are now happy in the hive of home, Thigh over thigh and a light in the night nursery, And some are hungry under the starry dome And some sit turning handles.
He resolved to lead Britain and her fading empire in one last great struggleto arm the nation, not only with weapons but also with the mace of honor, creating in every English breast a soul beneath the ribs of death. 544
L'a" me se raffine a' mesure qu'elle se ga" te. The soul refines itself in proportion to how it spoils itself.
O gentle Faustus, leave this damne' d art, This magic, that will charm thy soul to hell.
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss! Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies! Come Helen, come give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven be in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
Now hast thou but one bare hour to live, And then thou must be damned perpetually! Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come. Fair nature's eye, rise, rise, again, and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but Ayear, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul! O lente, lente currite, noctis equi: The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The devil will come, and Faustus must be damned. Oh, I'll leap up to my God!Who pulls me down? See, see, where Christ's blood streams in the firmament! One drop would save my soul, half a drop, ah, my Christ.
You stars that reigned at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist, Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud, That when you vomit forth into the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths, So that my soul may but ascend to heaven.
Ah, Pythagoras'metempsychosis, were that time, This soul should fly from me, and I be changed Unto some brutish beast.
The soul of a journey is liberty, perfect liberty to think, feel, do just as one pleases.We go on a journeychiefly to be free of all impediments and of all inconveniences; to leave ourselves behind, much moretoget rid of others.It is because I want a little breathing space to muse on different mattersthat I absent myself from thetown for a while.
Impropriety is the soul of wit.
Theyare like a face full of character that intrigues and excites you, but that on closer acquaintance you discover is merely the mask of a vulgar soul. Such is Tourane.
Ihadthoughttoevokethesoulof Italy but all Ifind before me is its corpse.
We do not need art museums to worship dead works, weneed living factories ofthesoulinthestreets, inthe trams, in the factories, in studios, and in the workers' houses.
It was the whiteness of the whale that above all things appalled mefor all these accumulated associations, with whatever is sweet, and honourable, and sublime, there yet lurks an elusive something in the innermost idea of this hue, which strikes more of a panic to the soul than that redness which affrights in blood.
Nay, good sir, be not so violent; with speed I cannot render satisfaction Unto the dear companion of my soul, Virginity, whom I thus long have lived with, And part with it so rude and suddenly. Can such friends divide, never to meet again, Without a solemn farewell?
World, world, I cannot get thee close enough! Long have I known a glory in it all, But never knew like this; Here such a pattern is As stretcheth me apart. Lord, I do fear Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year: My soul is all but out of melet fall No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.
Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing On the Morning of Christ's Nativity Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
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.
I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul. Under the ribs of Death.
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.
This having learnt, thou hast attained the sum Of wisdom; hope no higher, though all the stars Thou knew'st by name, and all th'ethereal powers, All secrets of the deep, all nature's works, Or works of God in heav'n, air, earth, or sea, And all the riches of this world enjoy'dst, And all the rule, one empire; onlyadd Deeds to thy knowledge answerable, add faith, Add virtue, patience, temperance, add love, By name to come called charity, the soul Of all the rest: then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A paradise within thee, happier far.
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?
The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute onTara's walls As if that soul were fled.
Hatred is always a sin, my mother told me. Remember that.One drop of hatred in your soul will spread and discoloreverything like a drop of black ink inwhite milk. I was struck by that and meant to try it, but knew I shouldn't waste the milk.
Fair summer droops, droop men and beasts therefore: So fair a summer look for never more. All good things vanish, less than in a day, Peace, plenty, pleasure, suddenly decay. Go not yet away, bright soul of the sad year; The earth is hell when thou leav'st to appear.
There's no denying that Caruso came with a voicethat Beethoven came with music in his soul, Picasso was drawing like an angel in the crib.You're born with it.
Today, children,Iam going totell you about thehistoryof Mr.Blackmaninthreesentences.Inthebeginning hehad the land and the mind and the soul together.On the secondday, they took thebodyaway tobarter itforsilver coins.On the third day, seeing that he was still fighting back, they brought priests and educators to bind his mind and soul so that these foreigners could more easily take his land and produce.
Brevity is the soul of lingerie, as the Petticoat said to the Chemise.
Dans une grande a" me tout est grand. In a great soul everything isgreat.
No writer, sacred or profane, ever uses the words 'he'or 'him'of the soul. It is always 'she'or 'her'; so universal is theintuitive knowledgethatthesoul, with regard to God who is her life, is feminine.
Seek not, my soul, immortal life, but make the most of the resources that are within your reach.
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.
Much more wretched than lackof health inthe body, it is to dwell with a soul that is not healthy, but corrupt.
If we are ever to have pure knowledge of anything, we must get rid of the body and contemplate things by themselves with the soul by itself.
Every soul pursues the good and does whatever it does for its sake.
Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Still follow sense, of ev'ry art the soul, Parts answering parts shall slide into a whole.
Lo! the poor Indian, whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul proud Science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way; Yet simple Nature to his hope has giv'n, Behind the cloud-topped hill, an humbler heav'n.
All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body, Nature is, and God the soul. 660
How parts relate to parts, or they to whole, The body's harmony, the beaming soul.
My soul; sit thou a patient looker-on; Judge not the play before the play is done: Her plot hath many changes, every day Speaks a new scene; the last act crowns the play.
The purse is the mirror of the soul.
Science sans conscience n'est que ruine de l'a" me. Science without conscience is the soul's perdition.
My soul's a trampled duelling ground where Sade, the gallant marquis, fences for his life against the invulnerable retrograde Masoch, his shade, more constant than a wife.
And I turned and fled, like a soul pursued, From the white, inviolate solitude.
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 rendering of useful service is the common duty of mankind, andonly in the purifying fire of sacrifice is the dross of selfishness consumed and the greatness of the human soul set free.
In the modern city, it takes on the status of a cathedral, our Chartres, our Notre Dame, our marble museum of the soul.
A sonnet is a moment's monument, Memorial from the Soul's eternity To one dead deathless hour.
The greatest thing a humansoul everdoes 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.
As Michael read the Gaelic scroll It seemed the story of the soul; And those who wrought, lest there should fail From earth the legend of the Gael, Seemed warriors of Eternal Mind Still holding in a world gone blind, From which belief and hope had gone, The lovely magic of its dawn.
You needn't tell me that a man who doesn't love oysters and asparagus and good wines has got a soul, or a stomach either. He's simply got the instinct for being unhappy highly developed.
The ache to utter and see in word The silhouette of a brooding soul.
Thenewspaper is of necessitysomethingof a monopoly, and its first duty is to shun the temptations of a monopoly. Its primary office is the gathering of News. At the peril of its soul it must see that the supply is not tainted. Neither in what it gives, nor in what it does not give, nor in the mode of presentation, must the unclouded face of Truth suffer wrong.Comment is free, but facts are sacred.
One of the virtues, perhaps almost the chief virtue, of a newspaper is its independence.Whatever its position or character, at least it should have a soul of its own.
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand!
The Lord's my shepherd, I'll not want. He makes me down to lie In pastures green: he leadeth me the quiet waters by. My soul he doth restore again: and me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness, ev'n for his own name's sake. Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, yet will I fear no ill: For thou art with me; and thy rod and staff me comfort still.
All the resources of a superpower cannot isolate a man whohearsthevoiceoffreedom; avoicethat Iheard from the very chamber of my soul.
It's prudent to gain the whole world and lose your own soul. But don't forget that your soul sticks to you if you stick to it; but the world has a way of slipping through your fingers.
This souls'prison we call England.
If ever I utter an oath again may my soul be blasted to eternal damnation!
So much has been done, exclaimed the soul of Frankensteinmore, far more, will I achieve; treading the steps already marked, I will pioneer a new way, explore unknown powers, and unfold to the world the deepest mysteries of creation.
My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing.
And the rose like a nymph to the bath addressed, Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast, Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air The soul of her beautyand love lay bare.
[a character in Mr Puff's play within a play,'The Spanish Armanda'] Perdition catch my soul but I do love thee. : Haven't I heard that line before? : No, I fancy not.Where pray? :Yes, I think there is something like it in Othello. : Gad! now you put me in mind on't, I believe there isbut that's of no consequence; all that can be said is, that two people happened to hit upon the same thoughtand Shakespeare made use of it first, that's all.
Private Means is dead God rest his soul, officers and fellow-rankers said.
'This night shall thy soul be required of thee.' My soul is never required of me It always has to be somebody else of course. Will my soul be required of me tonight perhaps? See Bible115:42.
On dirait que l'a" me des justes donne, comme les fleurs, plus de parfums vers le soir. It seems that the soul of the just gives off, like flowers, a stronger scent towards evening.
Le sentiment de l'infini est le ve ritable attribut de l'a" me. To feel the infinite is the true attribute of the soul.
Dear Prue, If a servant I sent last night got to Hampton-court, you received 29 walnuts and a letter from me. I inclose the Gazette; and am, with all my soul, Your passionate lover, and faithful husband,
Well, maybe like Casy says, a fellowain't got a soul of his own, but on'ya piece of a big onean then Then it don'matter. Then I'll be all aroun' in the dark. I'll be everywherewherever you look.Wherever they's a fight so hungry people can eat, I'll be there.Wherever they's a cop beatin'up aguy,I'll bethere.If Casyknowed, why,I'll be inthewayguysyell whenthey'remad an'I'll be in the way kids laugh when they're hungry an'they know supper's ready. An' when our folks eat the stuff they raise an' live in the houses they buildwhy, I'll be there. See?
Digressions, incontestably, are the sunshine;theyare the life, the soul of reading;take them out of this book for instance,you might as well take the book along with them.
What makes saintliness in my view, as distinguished from ordinary goodness, is a certain quality of magnanimityand greatness of soul that brings life within the circle of the heroic.
Faith gives new light to the soul, but it does not put our eyes out; and what God hathgivenusinournature could never be intended as a snare to Religion, or engage us to believe a lie.
O Love,O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.
O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before.
I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; The Princess For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain, A use in measured language lies; The sad mechanic exercise, Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.
If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of.Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
The soul of man is a far country, which cannot be approached or explored. Most of the dead were poor and illiterate.But every single one of them had dreamed dreams, seen visions and had amazing experiences, even the babes in arms (perhaps especially the babes in arms).
Happy those early days when I Shined in my Angel-infancy. Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy aught But a white, celestial thought; When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love, And looking back (at that short space) Could see a glimpse of His bright face. When on some gilded cloud or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity.
My soul, there is a country Far beyond the stars, Where stands a winge' d sentry All skilful in the wars;
I played with fire, did counsel spurn, Made life my common stake; But never thought that fire would burn, O that a soul could ache.
Are you grown an atheist? Will you turn your body, Which is the goodly palace of the soul, To the soul's slaughter-house? Oh, the curse' d devil, Which doth present us with all other sins Thrice-candied o'er.
Jesu, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me,O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
I have said that the soul is not more than the body, And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, isgreater to onethanone's self is.
The soul shrinks From all that it is about to remember, From the punctual rape of every blesse' d day
To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
One to whose smooth-rubbed soul can cling Nor form, nor feeling, great or small; A reasoning, self-sufficing thing, An intellectual All-in-all!
Wisdom and Spirit of the universe! Thou soul, that art the eternity of thought, And giv'st to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion.
I shook the habit off Entirely and for ever, and again In Nature's presence stood, as now I stand, A sensitive being, a creative soul.
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness.We are selfish men; Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart; Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Fair seed-time had my soul, and I grew up Fostered alike by beauty and by fear.
I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy, The sleepless soul that perished in his pride. Of him who walked in glory and in joy Following his plough along the mountainside: By our own spirits are we deified. We poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof comes in the end despondencyand madness.
Earth hath not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The soul that rises with us, our life's star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy, But he beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is nature's priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his wayattended; At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
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.
When you are old and greyand full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly how Love fled And paced among the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat upon a stick, unless Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing For every tatter in its mortal dress.
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