Have not all past human beings parted, And must not all the present, one day part?
Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
Curiosity kills itself; and love is only curiosity, as is proved by its end.
For through the South the custom still commands The gentleman to kiss the lady's hands.
Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire, A million scarce would quench desire; Still would I steep my lips in bliss, And dwell an age on every kiss; Nor then my soul should sated be, Still would I kiss and cling to thee: Nought should my kiss from thine dissever, Still would we kiss and kiss for ever; E'en though the numbers did exceed The yellow harvest's countless seed; To part would be a vain endeavour: Could I desist? -ah! never-never.
I am so changeable, being everything by turns and nothing long - such a strange melange of good and evil.
I know that two and two make four - and should be glad to prove it too if I could - though I must say if by any sort of process I could convert 2 and 2 into five it would give me much greater pleasure.
Books, Manuals, Directives, Regulations. The geometries that circumscribe your working life draw norrower and norrower until nothing fits inside them anymore.
Like other parties of the kind, it was first silent, then talky, then argumentative, then disputatious, then unintelligible, then altogether, then inarticulate, and then drunk. When we had reached the last step of this glorious ladder, it was difficult to get down again without stumbling.
History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page.
When Newton saw an apple fall, he found In that slight startle from his contemplation- 'Tis said (for I'll not answer above ground For any sage's creed or calculation)- A mode of proving that the earth turn'd round In a most natural whirl, called 'gravitation'; And this is the sole mortal who could grapple, Since Adam, with a fall, or with an apple.
Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.
Lovers may be and indeed generally are enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.
No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
A little still she strove, and much repented, And whispering “I will ne'er consent”—consented.
It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.
I have had, and may have still, a thousand friends, as they are called, in life, who are like one's partners in the waltz of this world -not much remembered when the ball is over.
The lapse of ages changes all things - time - language - the earth - the bounds of the sea - the stars of the sky, and everything 'about, around, and underneath' man, except man himself, who has always been and always will be, an unlucky rascal. The infinite variety of lives conduct but to death, and the infinity of wishes lead but to disappointment. All the discoveries which have yet been made have multiplied little but existence.
So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.
Grief should be the instructor of the wise; Sorrow is Knowledge.
Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.
By headless Charles see heartless Henry lies.
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
And the commencement of atonement is the sense of its necessity.
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