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For rigorous teachers seized my youth, And other its faith, and trimmed its fire, Showed me the high, white star of Truth, There bade me gaze, and there aspire.
Headstones stagger under great draughts of time after heads pass out, and their world must reel speechless, blind in the end about its chilling star
Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judaea in the days of Herod the king, behold, there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem, Saying,Where is he that is born King of the Jews? for we have seen his star in the east, and are come to worship him.
I saw a star fall from heaven unto the earth: and to him was given the key of the bottomless pit.
La de couverte d'un mets nouveau fait plus pour le bonheur du genre humain que la de couverte d'une e toile. The discoveryof a newdish doesmore for thehappiness of mankind than the discovery of a star.
Liberty lendsus her wings and Hope guides us by her star.
Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll fail us: when afar You rise, remember one man saw you, Knew you, and named a star!
Or would you like to swing on a star Carry moonbeams home in a jar And be better off than you are Or would you rather be a fish?
When o'er the hill the eastern star Tells bughtin-time is near, my jo, And owsen frae the furrowed field Return sae dowf and weary O.
The angels all were singing out of tune, And hoarse with having little else to do, Excepting to wind up the sun and moon, Or curb a runaway young star or two.
Light wrestling there incessantly with light, Star kissing star through wave on wave unto Your body rocking!
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal black Women from whose loins I sprang When the birds of Eden sang?
Whatever your script is like, no matter how much stewing and rewritingif the punters don't want to sleep with the star, you may never be asked to write another one.
Being a star has made it possible for me to get insulted in places where the average Negro could never hope to go and get insulted.
'It is,'says Chadband,'the ray of rays, the sun of suns, the moonof moons,thestarofstars.It isthelightof Terewth.'
Go, and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me, where all past years are, Or who cleft the Devil's foot.
This is the dead land This is cactus land Here the stone images Are raised, here they receive The supplication of a dead man's hand Under the twinkle of a fading star.
Hitch your wagon to a star.
Had every Christian in Hitler's Europe followed the example of the king of Denmark and decided to put on the yellow star, there would be today neither despair in the church nor talk of the death of God.
You Are My Lucky Star.
Never tell me that not one star of all That slip from heaven at night and softly fall Has been picked up with stones to build a wall.
And the elephant sings deep in the forest-maze About a star of deathless and painless peace But no astronomer can find where it is.
A long poem is a test of invention which I take to be the Polar star of poetry, as fancy is the sails, and imagination the rudder.
Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon and eve's one star, Sat gray-haired Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair.
And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame; And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame, But each for the joy of working, and each, in his separate star, Shall draw theThing ashesees It for the God of Things as They are!
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.
Lovelyare the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star. Lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried, Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar.
Happy happy time, when the white star hovers Low over dim fields fresh with blooming dew, Near the face of dawn, that draws athwart the darkness, Threading it with colour, like yewberries the yew.
Soaring through wider zones that pricked his scars With memory of the old revolt from Awe, He reached the middle height, and at the stars, Which are the brain of heaven, he looked, and sank. Around the ancient track marched, rank on rank, The army of unalterable law.
And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience to attain To something like prophetic strain.
The star that bids the shepherd fold, Now the top of heav'n doth hold, And the gilded car of day, Hisglowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream.
Ye valleys low where the mild whispers use, Of shades and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enameled eyes, That on the green turf such the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Ich sage euch: man muss noch Chaos in sich haben, um einem tanzenden Stern geb a« ren zu k o« nnen. I tell you: one must have chaos in one, to give birth to a dancing star.
The self persists like a dying star, In sleep, afraid.
Love came down at Christmas, Love all lovely, Love Divine; Love was born at Christmas, Star and angelsgave the sign.
The loathsome mask has fallen, the man remains Sceptreless, free, uncircumscribed, but man Equal, unclassed, tribeless, and nationless, Exempt from awe, worship, degree, the king Over himself; just, gentle, wise: but man Passionless?no, yet free from guilt or pain, Which were, for his will made or suffered them, Nor yet exempt, though ruling them like slaves, From chance, and death, and mutability, The clogs of that which else might oversoar The loftiest star of unascended heaven, Pinnacled dim in the intense inane.
Thisgrey spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Dost thou look back on what hath been, As some divinely gifted man, Whose life in low estate began And on a simple village green; Who breaks his birth's invidious bar, And grasps the skirts of happy chance, And breasts the blows of circumstance, And grapples with his evil star.
As I came through the desert thus it was, As I came through the desert: All was black, In heaven no single star, on earth no track; A brooding hush without a stir or note; The air so thick it clotted in my throat.
We are merely thestars'tennis-balls, struck and bandied Which way please them.
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
No one ever leaves a star.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: Aviolet bya mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!
Leaving the tumultuous throng, To cut across the reflex of a star; Image that, flying still before me, gleamed Upon the glassy plain.
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.
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.
Webster's New World Dictionary of Quotations Copyright © 2010 by Chambers Harrap Publishers Ltd. All rights reserved. Published by Wiley, Hoboken, NJ. Used by arrangement with John Wiley & Sons, Inc.
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