But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath! |
Children use the fist / Until they are of the age to use the brain. |
Do you hear the children weeping, O my brothers, / Ere the sorrow comes with years? |
Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God; But only he who sees, takes off his shoes - The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries. |
Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes |
Eve is a twofold mystery. |
Experience, like a pale musician, holds a dulcimer of patience in his hand. |
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And, ever since, it grew more clean and white. |
Get work: be sure it is better than what you work to get |
Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who's sorry for a gnat or girl? |
Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who's sorry for a gnat or girl? |
God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in it |
God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame. |
He lives most life whoever breathes most air. |
He said true things, but called them by wrong names. |