The king-times are fast finishing. There will be blood shed like water, and tears like mist; but the peoples will conquer in the end. I shall not live to see it, but I foresee it. |
The land of self-interest groans from shore to shore, / For fear that plenty should attain the poor. |
The lapse of ages changes all things - time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing "about, around, and underneath" man, except man himself. |
The loneliness was still there, but it was getting louder and easier to dance to. |
The loudest wit I e'er was deafened with. |
The memory of joy is no longer joy; the memory of pain is pain still. |
The mind can make substance, and people planets of its own with beings brighter than have been, and give a breath to forms which can outlive all flesh. |
The mountains look on Marathon - / And Marathon looks on the sea; / And musing there an hour alone, / I dreamed that Greece might yet be free. |
The negroes more philosophy displayed, - / Used to it, no doubt, as eels are to be flayed. |
The night shows stars and women in a better light |
The nursery still lisps out in all they utter -/ Besides, they always smell of bread and butter. |
The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice. |
The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend |
The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still the master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth, While man, vain insect hopes to be forgiven, And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven. |
The power of Thought, the magic of the Mind! |