All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage. |
All wholesome food is caught without a net or a trap. |
Always be ready to speak your mind and a base man will avoid you. |
Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me? |
And because I am happy and dance and sing,
They think they have done me no injury. |
And Eternity in an hour. |
And Father, how can I love you Or any of my brothers more? I love you like the little bird That picks up crumbs around the door. |
And I made a rural pen, / And I stained the water clear, / And I wrote my happy songs / Every child may joy to hear. |
And now the time returns again: / Our souls exult, and London's towers / Receive the Lamb of God to dwell / In England's green and pleasant bowers. |
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds, / And binding with briars my joys and desires. |
And the gates of this Chapel were shut, / And `Thou shalt not' writ over the door. |
And we are put on earth a little space That we may learn to bear the beams of love. |
Art can never exist without Naked Beauty display'd. |
Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death. God is Jesus. |
As a man is, so he sees |