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This miserable way is taken by the sorry souls of those who lived without disgrace and without praise. They now commingle with the coward angels, the company of those who were not rebels nor faithful to their God, but stood apart. The heavens, that their beauty not be lessened, have cast them out, nor will deep Hell receive them - even the wicked cannot glory in them.
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Knowledge comes Of learning well retain'd, unfruitful else.
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He loves but little who can say and count in words, how much he loves.
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The experience of this sweet life.
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O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?
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Like the lark that soars in the air, first singing, then silent, content with the last sweetness that satiates it, such seemed to me that image, the imprint of the Eternal Pleasure.
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If i thought i was replying to someone who would every return to the world, this flame would cease it's flickering. But since no one has returned from these depths alive, if what I've heard is true, I will answer you without fear of infamy.
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They had their faces twisted toward their haunches and found it necessary to walk backward, because they could not see ahead of them. ...And since he wanted so to see ahead, he looks behind and walks a backward path.
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Reason flies When following the senses, on clipped wings.
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These have not the hope to die.
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And we came forth to contemplate the stars.
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Midway in our life's journey, I went astray from the straight road and woke to find myself alone in a dark wood.
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A prayer may chance to rise From one whose heart lives in the grace of God. A prayer from any other is unheeded.
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Consider the sea's listless chime: Time's self it is, made audible.
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Perceive ye not that we are worms, designed To form the angelic butterfly, that goes To judgment, leaving all defence behind? Why doth your mind take such exalted pose, Since ye, disabled, are as insects, mean As worm which never transformation knows?
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He whom you see-along the downward arc- was William, and the land that mourns his death, for living Charles and Frederick, now laments; now he has learned how Heaven loves the just ruler, and he would show this outwardly as well, so radiantly visible.
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I saw within Its depth how It conceives All things in a single volume bound by Love of which the universe is the scattered leaves.
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That with him were, what time the Love Divine.
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We are but a day in this world, and in that day the fashion is changed a thousand times: all seek liberty, yet all deprive themselves of it.
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Love is the source of every virtue in you and of every deed which deserves punishment.
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O power of fantasy that steals our minds from things outside, to leave us unaware, although a thousand trumpets may blow loud--what stirs you if the senses show you nothing? Light stirs you, formed in Heaven, by itself, or by His will Who sends it down to us.
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There sighs, lamentations and loud wailings resounded through the starless air, so that at first it made me weep; strange tongues, horrible language, words of pain, tones of anger, voices loud and hoarse, and with these the sound of hands, made a tumult which is whirling through that air forever dark, and sand eddies in a whirlwind.
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It was the hour of morning, when the sun mounts with those stars that shone with it when God's own love first set in motion those fair things.
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E quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle" ("and thence we came forth to see again the stars")