Fevers and fluxes are wasting my mother.
Fevers and fluxes are wasting my mother.
And that is our death!
An' for all 'is dirty 'ide 'E was white, clear white inside When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire.
When your Daemon is in charge, do not try to think consciously. Drift, wait, and obey.
Youth had been a habit of hers for so long that she could not part with it.
It is at Bombay that the smell of All Asia boards the ship miles off shore, and holds the passenger's nose till he is clear of Asia again
Pleasant the snaffle of Courtship, improving the manners and carriage, But the colt who is wise will abstain from the terrible thorn-bit of marriage
Fifty-nine year old Richard Smith, of Sylvania Township, doesn't need a state poet laureate - or someone like Maya Angelou reading a poem at Bill Clinton's 1993 presidential inauguration - to appreciate poetry. He instantly knew his favorite poem If ... If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you.
Brother, he crops in the jungle still.
Politics are not my concern . . . They impressed me as a dog's life without a dog's decencies.
Their lights, or the Daystar low down?
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you except the will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
Brother, the watch was long and cold.
A people always ends by resembling its shadow.
And did we stand by you,
When life was made splendid with gifts and rewards?
There rise her timeless capitals of empires daily born, whose plinths are laid at midnight and whose streets are packed at morn and here come tired youths and maids that feign to love or sin in tones like rusty razor blades to tunes like smitten tin.
Where is the power that made your pride?
Politicians. Little Tin Gods on Wheels.
In the heel of the wind-bit pier,
Where the twisted weed was piled,
She came to the life she had missed by an hour,
For she came to a little child.
They copied all they could follow but they couldn't copy my mind so I left them sweating and stealing a year and a half behind.
But till we are built like angels, with hammer and chisel and pen, We will work for our self and a woman, for ever and ever, Amen.
Mine's work, good work that lives!
It thrilled through him when he first felt the keel answer to his hand on the spokes and slide over the long hollows as the foresail scythed back and forth against the blue sky.
The heart of a man to the heart of a maid - Light of my tents, be fleet - Morning awaits at the end of the world, And the world is all at our feet.
Well, now is your time to learn!
When each man's life all imaged life outruns,
What man shall pleasure in imaginings?
Winds of the World, declare!
Tisnt beauty, so to speak, nor good talk necessarily. Its just It. Some womenll stay in a mans memory if they once walked down a street.
A woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke.
God's thunder, or guns of our war?
We have done with Hope and Honour. we are lost to Love and Truth, We are dropping down the ladder rung by rung And the measure of our torment is the measure of our youth. God help us, for we knew the worst too young.
Mother, be proud of thy seed!
Heaven grant us patience with a man in love.
An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy.
Call a truce, then to our labors - let us feast with friends and neighbors And be merry as the custom of our caste For if faint and forced the laughter, and if sadness follow after, We are richer by one mocking Christmas past
Flowers are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful,' and siting in the shade.
If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son
One Law, one Land, one Throne.
Unheard they work, unseen they win.
I always prefer to believe the best of everybody, it saves so much trouble.
San Francisco is a mad city - inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty.
If there be love,
Ye know that love is mine.
Love at first sight was 'er trouble,
She didn't know what it were;
An' I wouldn't do such, 'cause I liked 'er too much,
But -- I learned about women from 'er!
Gifts have we only to-day -- Love without promise or fee --
Hear, for thy children speak, from the uttermost parts of the sea!
How very little, since things were made, Things have altered in the building trade.
Winds of the World, give answer!
This was never your true love's speech.
After violent emotion most people and all boys demand food.
Take up the White Man's burden - And reap his old reward The blame of those ye better, The hate of those ye guard.
Gentleman-rankers out on the spree, damned from here to Eternity.
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