That large utterance of the early gods.
That large utterance of the early gods.
You are always new, The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
So recline
Upon these living flowers.
Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.
Every man whose soul is not a clod Hath visions.
E'en like the passage of an angel's tear That falls through the clear ether silently.
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who has neither vanity nor wisdom one filled with hatreds cannot be vain, neither can he be wise.
I cannot quell
Its heavy pressure, and will press at least
My lips to thine, that they may richly feast
Until we taste the life of love again.
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.
Axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses we read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.
Give a theme; Let me begin my dream.
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles, winking at the brim.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.
Save it for me, sweet love!
Virgin-choir to make delicious moan Upon the midnight hours.
And then there crept A little noiseless noise among the leaves, Born of the very sigh that silence heaves.
She press'd his hand in slumber so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.
If in soft slumber thou dost hear my voice,
Oh think how I should love a bed of flowers!
I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories