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American poet and scholar
(1807 - 1882)
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Taste the joy
  That springs from labor.
      - Masque of Pandora (pt. VI, In the Garden)

Do not delay,
  Do not delay: the golden moments fly!
      - Masque of Pandora (pt. VII) [Delay]

To be left alone
  And face to face with my own crime, had been
    Just retribution.
      - Masque of Pandora
         (pt. VIII, In the Garden)
        [Remorse : Retribution]

I do not love thee for what is done,
  And cannot be undone. Thy very weakness
    Hath brought thee nearer to me, and henceforth
      My love will have a sense of pity in it,
        Making it less a worship than before.
      - Masque of Pandora
         (pt. VIII, In the Garden, l. 39) [Love]

With useless endeavour,
  Forever, forever,
    Is Sisyphus rolling
      His stone up the mountain!
      - Masque of Pandora--Chorus of the Eumenides

What else remains for me?
  Youth, hope and love;
    To build a new life on a ruined life.
      - Masque of Pandora--In the Garden
         (pt. VIII) [Expectation]

Beautiful in form and feature,
  Lovely as the day,
    Can there be so fair a creature
      Formed of common clay?
      - Masque of Pandora--The Workshop of Hephoestus--Chorus of the Graces

Decide not rashly. The decision made
  Can never be recalled. The gods implore not,
    Plead not, solicit not; they only offer
      Choice and occasion, which once being passed
        Return no more. Dost thou accept the gift?
      - Masque of Pandora--Tower of Prometheus on Mount Caucasus

My designs and labors
  And aspirations are my only friends.
      - Masque of Pandora--Tower of Prometheus on Mount Caucasus
         (pt. III, l. 74) [Friends]

Ah, to build, to build!
  That is the noblest of all the arts.
      - Michael Angelo (pt. I, II, l. 54)

By unseen hand uplifted in the light
  Of sunset, yonder solitary cloud
    Floats, with its white apparel blown abroad,
      And wafted up to heaven.
      - Michael Angelo (pt. II, 2) [Clouds]

None but yourself who are your greatest foe.
      - Michael Angelo (pt. II, 3) [Enemies]

The picture that approaches sculpture nearest
  Is the best picture.
      - Michael Angelo (pt. II, 4) [Painting]

The light upon her face
  Shines from the windows of another world.
    Saints only have such faces.
      - Michael Angelo (pt. II, 6) [Face]

Sculpture is more divine, and more like Nature,
  That fashions all her works in high relief,
    And that is Sculpture. This vast ball, the Earth,
      Was moulded out of clay, and baked in fire;
        Men, women, and all animals that breathe
          Are statues, and not paintings.
      - Michael Angelo (pt. III, 5) [Sculpture]

Sculpture is more than painting. It is greater
  To raise the dead to life than to create
    Phantoms that seem to live.
      - Michael Angelo (pt. III, 5) [Sculpture]

And the hooded clouds, like friars,
  Tell their beads in drops of rain.
      - Midnight Mass for the Dying Year (st. 4)

The pen became a clarion.
      - Monte Cassino (st. 13) [Pen]

In its sublime audacity of faith,
  "Be thou removed!" it to the mountain saith,
    And with ambitious feet, secure and proud,
      Ascends the ladder leaning on the cloud!
      - Morituri Salutamus [Youth]

Write on your doors the saying wise and old,
  "Be bold! be bold!" and everywhere--"Be bold;
    Be not too bold!" Yet better the excess
      That the defect; better the more than less;
        Better like Hector in the field to die,
          Than like a perfumed Paris turn and fly.
      - Morituri Salutamus [Courage]

The joy of meeting not unmixed with pain.
      - Morituri Salutamus (l. 113) [Meeting]

I see their scattered gravestones gleaming white
  Through the pale dusk of the impending night.
    O'er all alike the imperial sunset throws
      Its golden lilies mingled with the rose;
        We give to each a tender thought and pass
          Out of the graveyards with their tangled grass.
      - Morituri Salutamus (l. 120) [Graves]

What shall I say to you? What can I say
  Better than silence is?
      - Morituri Salutamus (l. 128) [Silence]

Whatever hath been written shall remain,
  Nor be erased nor written o'er again;
    The unwritten only still belongs to thee:
      Take heed, and ponder well what that shall be.
      - Morituri Salutamus (l. 168) [Authorship]

How far the gulf-stream of our youth may flow
  Into the arctic regions of our lives,
    Where little else than life itself survives.
      - Morituri Salutamus (l. 250) [Age]

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