Abstinence sows sand all over; The ruddy limbs flaming hair, But Desire Gratified; Plants fruits of life beauty there.
Abstinence sows sand all over; The ruddy limbs flaming hair, But Desire Gratified; Plants fruits of life beauty there.
Ah, life as frail as flower!
Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death.
I am really sorry to see my countrymen trouble themselves about politics. If men were wise, the most arbitrary princes could not hurt them. If they are not wise, the freest government is compelled to be a tyranny. Princes appear to me to be fools. Houses of Commons and Houses of Lords appear to me to be fools they seem to me to be something else besides human life.
The globe of life blood trembled
Branching out into roots;
Fib'rous, writhing upon the winds;
Fibres of blood, milk and tears;
In pangs, eternity on eternity.
Lo now the direful monster, whose skin clings To his strong bones, strides o'er the groaning rocks He withers all in silence, and his hand Unclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life.
His whole life is an epigram smart, smooth and neatly penned, Plaited quite neat to catch applause, with a hang noose at the end.
For everything that lives is holy, life delights in life.
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