Genius without religion is only a lamp on the outer gate of a palace; it may serve to cast a gleam of light on those that are without, while the inhabitant sits in darkness.
Genius without religion is only a lamp on the outer gate of a palace; it may serve to cast a gleam of light on those that are without, while the inhabitant sits in darkness.
It's easy, perhaps to die for a dream With banners unfurled and be forgiving It's the hardest part to follow the gleam When scorned by the world and go on living.
Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam, Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
I see my life go drifting like a river From change to change I have been many things A green drop in the surge, a gleam of light Upon a sword, a fir tree on a hill, An old slave grinding at a heavy quern, A king sitting upon a chair of gold And all these things were wonderful and great But now I have grown nothing, knowing all. Ah Druid, Druid, how great webs of sorrow Lay hidden in that small slate-coloured thing.
I saw a star flame in the sky, I heard a wild bird sing, And down where all the forest stirred Another answering. All suddenly I felt the gleam That made my faith revive Ah, God, it takes such simple things To keep the soul alive.
Ever drifting down the stream --
Lingering in the golden gleam --
Life what is it but a dream?
The gleam of an heroic Act
Such strange illumination
The Possible's slow fuse is lit
By the Imagination.
Fairest of the months Ripe summer's queen The hey-day of the year With robes that gleam with sunny sheen Sweet August doth appear.
If one but tell a thing well, it moves on with undying voice, and over the fruitful earth and across the sea goes the bright gleam of noble deeds ever unquenchable.
After it, follow it, Follow The Gleam.
The gleam in their eyes telegraphs only too clearly that they are hoping for a headline, which of course means something disparaging, because nothing makes such good copy as a feud.
Carlyle was right when he said that this life is only a 'gleam of light between two eternities.' And still some folks take it so hecticly and so seriously. What's all the hurry for, anyway.
Ah, never can fall from the days that have been A gleam on the years that shall be.
They can't censor the gleam in my eye.
Personality is the glitter that sends your little gleam across the footlights and the orchestra pit into that big black space where the audience is.
My darling, suddenly
the line of your hip
becomes the brimming curve
of the wine goblet,
your breast is the grape cluster,
your nipples are the grapes,
the gleam of spirits lights your hair,
and your navel is a chaste seal
stamped on the vessel of your belly,
your love an inexhaustible
cascade of wine,
light that illuminates my senses,
the earthly splendor of life.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories