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When the stars threw down their spears, and watered heaven with their tears, did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
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He who wants, but doesn't act, is a pest.
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For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.
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Let the men do their duty & the women will be such wonders; the female life lives from the light of the male: see a man's female dependants, you know the man.
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The pure soul shall mount on native wings, . . . and cut a path into the heaven of glory.
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Energy is the only life, and is from the body; and reason is the bound or outward circumference of energy. Energy is eternal delight.
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Mutual forgiveness of each vice. Such are the Gates of Paradise.
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Although wine when it is read somewhat lacks the savour of wine when it is drunk, wine remains a very pleasant thing both to read about and to chat about.
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LOVE'S SECRET Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart, Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears. Ah! she did depart! Soon after she was gone from me, A traveller came by, Silently, invisibly: He took her with a sigh.
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O God, protect me from my friends, that they have not power over me. Thou hast giv'n me power to protect myself from thy bitterest enemies.
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Nothing is real beyond imaginative patterns men make of reality.
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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.
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Every thing possible to be believ'd is an image of truth.
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Man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.
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Ah, sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done; Where the youth pined away with desire And the pale virgin shrouded in snow Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my sunflower wishes to go.
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O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark, Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs, Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.
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He who replies to words of doubt doth put the light of knowledge out.
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To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wildflower.
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We are here to learn to endure the beams of love.
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Does a firm persuasion that a thing is so, make it so?
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He who pretends to be either painter or engraver without being a master of drawing is an imposter.
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God and His Priest and King,...make up a heaven of our misery.
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Christianity is art and not money. Money is its curse.
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I see the Past, Present & Future existing all at once Before me.