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Are not great men the models of nations?
Be very sure that no man will learn anything at all unless he first will learn humility.
For Art is Nature made by Man
To Man the interpreter of God.
Genius does what it must; and talent does what it can.
Good-humor is goodness and wisdom combined.
- [Good Humor]
Great sorrow makes sacred the sufferer.
Heaven's slow but sure redress of human ills.
Life is good, but not life in itself.
The sun, in his setting, sent up the last smile
Of his power, to baffle the storm. And, behold!
O'er the mountains embattled, his armies, all gold,
Rose and rested: while far up the dim airy crags,
Its artillery silenced, its banners in rags,
The rear of the tempest its sullen retreat
Drew off slowly, receding in silence, to meet
The powers of the night, which, now gathering afar,
Had already sent forward one bright, single star.
Can be pure in its purpose and strong in its strife,
And all life not be purer and stronger thereby.
Sometimes a dark thought crossed my fancy, like the sullen bat that flies athwart the melancholy moon at eve.
'T is more brave to live than to die.
That caressing and exquisite grace--never bold,
Ever present--which just a few women possess.
That old miracle--Love-at-first-sight--
Needs no explanations. The heart reads aright
Its destiny sometimes.
Which God sends. 'Twas His will: it is mine.
The glittering tresses which, now shaken loose,
The man who seeks one thing in life, and but one,
May hope to achieve it before life be done;
But he who seeks all, wherever he goes,
Only reaps from the hopes which around him he sows
A harvest of barren regrets.
The sylphs and ondines
And the sea-kings and queens
Long ago, long ago, on the waves built a city,
As lovely as seems
To some bard in his dreams,
The soul of his latest love-ditty.
There is a pleasure that is born of pain.
There is nothing certain in man's life but this, that he must lose it.
There is purpose in pain; otherwise it were devilish.
There is war in the skies!
Lo! the black-winged legions of tempest arise
O'er those sharp splinter'd rocks that are gleaming below
In the soft light, so fair and so fatal, as though
Some seraph burn'd through them, the thunderbolt searching
Which the black cloud unbosom'd just now.
There was war in the skies!
They only fall that strive to move, or lose that care to keep.
Thought alone is eternal.
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