Thou Graybeard, old Wisdom, mayst boast of thy treasures Give me with young Folly to live I grant thee thy calm-blooded, time-settled pleasures But Folly has raptures to give.
Quotes about raptures (10 Quotes)
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land Whose heart hath neer within him burnd, As home his footsteps he hath turnd From wandering on a foreign strand If such there breathe, go mark him well For him no Minstrel raptures swell High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonord, and unsung.
I dreamt last night our love return'd,
And, sooth to say, that very dream
Was sweeter in its phantasy,
Than if for other hearts I burn'd,
For eyes that ne'er like thine could beam
In Rapture's wild reality.
Change in a trice The lilies and languors of virtue; For the raptures and roses of vice.
And glances then may meet my eyes
That daylight never showed to me;
What raptures in my bosom rise,
Those earnest looks of love to see,
Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still.
Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.
When in the dim beginning of the years, God mixed in man the raptures and the tears, And scattered through his brain that starry stuff, He said 'Behold Yet this is not enough For I must test his spirit to make sure That he can dare the vision and endure. I will withdraw my face, Veil me in shadow for a certain space, Leaving behind me only a broken clue- A crevice where the glory glimmers through, Some whisper from the sky, Some footprint in the road to track me by. I will leave man to make the fateful guess, To leave him torn between the no and yes, Leave him unresting 'til he rest in me, Drawn upward by the choice that makes him free- Leave him in tragic loneliness to choose, With all in life to win or to lose.
To pretend to describe the excellence, the greatness or duration of the happiness of heaven by the most artful composition of words would be but to darken and cloud it to talk of raptures and ecstasies, joy and singing, is but to set forth very low
Prove the raptures the Immortals taste.