Moderation is the silken string running through the pearl chain of all virtues.
Moderation is the silken string running through the pearl chain of all virtues.
He from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd With jellies soother thank the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon Mama and dates, in argosy transferrd From Fez and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedard Lebanon.
There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.
Love binds all hearts in a soft silken symphony. Seen through the eyes of Love, all beings are beautiful all deeds are dedicated and all thoughts are innocent. The World is one vast kin.
The foolish think the Eagle weak, and easy to bring to heel. The Eagle's wings are silken, but its claws are made of steel.
But strictly held by none, is loosely bound By countless silken ties of love and thought To everything on earth the compass round, And only by one's going slightly taut In the capriciousness of summer air Is of the slightest bondage made aware.
True love 's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes soon as granted fly It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart and mind to mind In body and in soul can bind.
You think that I am impoverishing myself by withdrawing from men, but in my solitude I have woven for myself a silken web or chrysalis, and, nymph-like, shall ere long burst forth a more perfect creature, fitted for a higher society.
O fairest flower no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken primrose fading timelessly.
Dusk faces with white silken turbans wreath'd.
She is as in a field a silken tent At midday when a sunny summer breeze Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent, So that in guys it gently sways at ease.
I consider the positions of kings and rulers as that of dust motes. I observe treasures of gold and gems as so many bricks and pebbles. I look upon the finest silken robes as tattered rags. I see myriad worlds of the universe as small seeds of fruit, and the greatest lake on Earth as a drop of oil on my foot.
With six small diamonds for his eyes He walks upon the summer skies, Drawing from his silken blouse The lacework of his dwelling house.
Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise, Three-piled hyperboles, spruce affectation, Figures pedantical.
I love the touch of silken hand
That softly clings;
In old of age I understand
Life's little things.
Experience is never limited, and it is never complete; it is an immense sensibility, a kind of huge spider-web of the finest silken threads suspended in the chamber of consciousness, and catching every air-borne particle in its tissue.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories