With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right the music of my nature.
Two human loves make one divine.
My sun sets to raise again.
Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.
There are nettles everywhere, but smooth, green grasses are more common still; the blue of heaven is larger than the cloud.
God Himself is the best Poet, And the Real is His song.
The essence of all beauty, I call love.
Love me sweet With all thou art Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the Lightest part, Love me in full Being.
Much of the possibility of being cheerful comes from the faculty of throwing oneself beyond oneself.
What we call Life is a condition of the soul. And the soul must improve in happiness and wisdom, except by its own fault. These tears in our eyes, these faintings of the flesh, will not hinder such improvement.
He who breathes deepest lives most.
I love thee to the level of everyday's most quiet need, by sun and candle light...I love thee with the breath,smiles,t ears,of all my life.
If we tried To sink the past beneath our feet, be sure The future would not stand.
Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.
Since when was genius found respectable?
Whatever's lost, it first was won.
Let us be content to work To do the things we can, and not presume To fret because it's little.
If you desire faith, then you have faith enough.
I heard an angel speak last night/And he said, "Write!"
What I do and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes.
The essence of all beauty, I call love, The attribute, the evidence, and end, The consummation to the inward sense Of beauty apprehended from without, I still call love.
Whoso loves, believes in the impossible
And if God choose I shall but love thee better after death.
Never say No when the world says Aye.
I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,-I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!-and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
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