Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.
Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.
A light broke in upon my brain, - It was the carol of a bird It ceased, and then it came again, The sweetest song ear ever heard.
If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!
My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then.
Every sense hath been o'erstrung, and each frail fibre of the brain sent forth her thoughts all wild and wide
For in itself a thought, a slumbering thought, is capable of years, and curdles a long life into one hour.
Oh, nature's noblest gift, my grey goose quill, Slave of my thoughts, obedient to my will, Torn from the parent bird to form a pen, That mighty instrument of little men
War's a brain spattering windpipe splitting art.
I cannot prate in puling strain
Of ladye-love, and beauty's chain:
If changing cheek, and searching vein,
Lips taught to writhe, but not complain,
If bursting heart, and maddening brain,
And daring deed, and vengeful steel,
And all that I have felt, and feel,
Betoken love - that love was mine,
And shown by many a bitter sign.
Of its own beauty is the mind diseased, And fevers into false creation.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories