O Rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm, That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy; And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy |
O! why was I born with a different face? / Why was I not born like the rest of my race? |
One Law for the Lion and Ox is Oppression |
One thought fills immensity. |
Opposition is true friendship. |
Piping down the valleys wild, / Piping songs of pleasant glee, / On a cloud I saw a child. |
Pity would be no more / If we did not make somebody poor; / And Mercy no more could be/ If all were as happy as we. |
Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish. |
Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not! |
Prepare your hearts for Death's cold hand! prepare Your souls for flight, your bodies for the earth; Prepare your arms for glorious victory; Prepare your eyes to meet a holy God! Prepare, prepare! |
Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion. |
Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity. |
Puts all Heaven in a Rage. |
Reason, or the ratio of all we have already known, is not the same that it shall be when we know more. |
see the world in a grain of sand ... And eternity in an hour. |