Once a dream did weave a shade O’er my angel-guarded bed, That an emmet lost its way Where on grass methought I lay. Troubled, wildered, and forlorn, Dark, benighted, travel-worn, Over many a tangle spray, All heart-broke, I heard her say: ‘Oh my children! do they cry, Do they hear their father sigh? Now they look abroad to see, Now return and weep for me. Pitying, I dropped a tear: But I saw a...
The Clod and the Pebble
“Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a heaven in hell’s despair.” So sung a little Clod of Clay, Trodden with the cattle’s feet, But a Pebble of the brook Warbled out these metres meet: “Love seeketh only Self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys in another’s loss of ease, And builds a hell in heaven’s despite.” ~...
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Nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when...– Oscar Wilde, “The Picture of Dorian Gray”
Love is natural and real but not for such as you and I, my love.– The Smiths