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A skylark wounded in the wing, / A cherubim does cease to sing.
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The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow.
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To my eye Rubens' colouring is most contemptible. His shadows are a filthy brown somewhat the colour of excrement.
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To create a little flower is the labour of ages.
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But to go to school in a summer morn, O! It drives all joy away; Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day In sighing and dismay.
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Error is created; truth is eternal.
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Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy? Why a little curtain of flesh on the bed of our desire?
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Then my verse I dishonor, my pictures despise, my person degrade and my temper chastise; and the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame; and my talents I bury, and dead is my fame.
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A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.
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The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself.
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When the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast And everything else is still.
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If you would help another man, you must do so in minute particulars.
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None but blockheads copy each other.
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He who would do good to another must do it in minute particulars.
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There is a place where Contrarieties are equally True.
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You cannot have Liberty in this world without what you call Moral Virtue, and you cannot have Moral Virtue without the slavery of that half of the human race who hate what you call Moral Virtue.
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[L]et light Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day. O radiant morning.
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Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
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'Come hither, my boy, tell me what thou seest there?' 'A fool tangled in a religious snare.'
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I rest not from my great task! | To open the Eternal Worlds, | to open the immortal Eyes of Man | Inwards into the Worlds of Thought; | Into eternity, ever expanding | In the Bosom of God, | The Human Imagination
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Heaven is in a grain of sand.
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The stars are threshed, and the souls are threshed from their husks.
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The true method of knowledge is experiment.
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Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained; and the restrainer or reason usurps its place & governs the unwilling. And being restrain'd it by degrees becomes passive till it is only the shadow of desire.