But still the Vine her ancient Ruby yields, / And still a Garden by the Water blows. |
But still the Vine her ancient Ruby yields, / And still a Garden by the Water blows. |
Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the sky I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry: 'Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry |
Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say: / Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday? |
Fill me with the old familiar Juice |
Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, / A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and Thou / Beside me singing in the Wilderness- / And Wilderness is Paradise enow. |
I am all for the short and merry life. |
I came like Water, and like Wind I go |
I often wonder what the Vintners buy / One half so precious as the Goods they sell. |
I sent my soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After life to spell: And by and by my Soul return'd to me, And answer'd "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell." |
I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head |
I would say that she was an intelligent woman who had a great personality and a great sense of humor. She was an outstanding nurse when she was still practicing. She adored her nieces and nephews. |
If you can prove to me that one miracle took place, I will believe he is a just God who damned us all because a woman ate an apple. |
Indeed the Idols I have loved so long / Have done my credit in this World much wrong: / Have drowned my Honour in a Shallow Cup / And sold my Reputation for a Song. |
Into this Universe, and Why not knowing / Nor Whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing: / And out of it, as Wind along the Waste, / I know not Whither, willy-nilly blowing. |