The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead.
Make us happy and you make us good.
Generations pass while some tree stands, and old families last not three oaks.
Is your love for the Lord sufficient to give all your time and talents to his work?
Youth means love, Vows can't change nature, priests are only men.
What a name! Was it love or praise? Speech half-asleep or song half-awake? I must learn Spanish, one of these days, Only for that slow sweet name's sake.
The common problem, yours, mine, everyone's Is ? not to fancy what were fair in life Provided it could be ? but, finding first What may be, then find how to make it fair Up to our means.
Can we love but on condition that the thing we love must die?
Man seeks his own good at the whole world's cost.
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture!
But God has a few of us to whom he whispers in the ear; The rest may reason and welcome; 'tis we musicians know.
If thou tastest a crust of bread, thou tastest all the stars and all the heavens.
Believeth with the life, the pain shall stop.
What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up, And be discharged, and straight wound up anew? No! grown, his growth lasts; taught, he ne'er forgets: May learn a thousand things, not twice the same.
O world, as God has made it! All is beauty.
But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?
In God's good time, Which does not always fall on Saturday When the world looks for wages.
Needs there groan a world in anguish just to teach us sympathy?
Tis looking downward makes one dizzy.
Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
Therefore I summon age / To grant youth's heritage.
Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, - Only sleep.
Make no more giants, God!But elevate the race at once!
Truth that peeps Over the glass's edge when dinner's done.
Out of your whole life give but a moment! All of your life that has gone before, All to come after it, -so you ignore, So you make perfect the present, condense, In a rapture of rage, for perfection's endowment, Thought and feeling and soul and sense.
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