53 ordspråk av Edward Fitzgerald
Edward Fitzgerald
Myself when young did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument About it and about; but evermore Came out by the same Door as in I went
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Now the New Year reviving old Desires,/ The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,/ Where the White Hand of Moses on the Bough/ Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.
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Oh threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise! One thing at least is certain This Life flies; One thing is certain and the rest is Lies; The Flower that once has blown forever dies
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Oh, Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make, / And who with Eden didst devise the Snake; / For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man / Is blackened. Man's Forgiveness give - and take!
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One by one crept silently to Rest.
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One Flash of It within the Tavern caught / Better than in the Temple lost outright.
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One Moment in Annihilation's Waste, / One Moment, of the Well of Life to taste - / The Stars are setting and the Caravan / Starts for the Dawn of Nothing - Oh, make haste!
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Strange, is it not? That of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road Which to discover we must travel too
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Taste is the feminine of genius.
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The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, / But Here or There as strikes the Player goes.
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The court has heard substantial, ample evidence about the level of competency, ... And while I have not decided the issue, there is clearly a problem in terms of the defendant's competency.
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The Grape that can with Logic absolute / The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute.
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The harm sought to be prevented by the statute is the sexual exploitation of a patient by his or her physician, ... The strict prohibition is necessary because the nature of that relationship creates an inherent imbalance of emotional power, which leaves the patient vulnerable to exploitation by the treating professional.
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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
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The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one
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