Who would be free themselves must strike the blow |
Why did she love him? Curious fool - be still - is human love the growth of human will? |
Why don't they knead two virtuous souls for life / Into that moral centaur, man and wife? |
Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire - in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom? |
Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire -- in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom? |
With death doomed to grapple, / Beneath this cold slab, he / Who lied in the chapel / Now lies in the Abbey. |
With just enough of learning to misquote |
With pleasure drugged, he almost longed for woe |
Wives in their husbands' absences grow subtler, and daughters sometimes run off with the butler |
Women hate everything which strips off the tinsel of sentiment, and they are right, or it would rob them of their weapons. |
Words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think |
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! |
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! |
Years steal Fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; And Life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim |
Yes, Love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire with angels shared, by Allah given to lift from earth our low desire. |