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But boldly say each night,
To-morrow let my sun his beams display,
Or in clouds hide them; I have lived...
For why
Should every creature drink but I,
Why, man of morals, tell me why?
Of all ills that one endures,
hope is a cheap and universal cure.
Source: In
Lukewarmness I account a sin,
As great in love as in religion.
Source: The...
What shall I do to be forever known,
And make the age to come my own?
Source:...
My little son, who looked from thoughtful eyes
And moved and spoke in quiet grown-up wise,
Having my law the...
I saw you take his kiss!' ` 'Tis true.'
`Oh, modesty!' `Twas strictly kept:
He thought me asleep; at least, I...
Love's perfect blossom only blows
Where noble manners veil defect.
Angels may be familiar; those
Who err each...
Why, having won her, do I woo?
Because her spirit's vestal grace
Provokes me always to pursue,
But,...
A woman is a foreign land,
Of which, though there he settle young,
A man will ne'er quite understand
The...
Time is the school in which we learn,
Time is the fire in which we burn.
Source:...
Even paranoids have real enemies.
Source:
-- Delmore Schwartz, ( 1913-1966),...
Major writing is to say what has been seen, so that it need never be said again.
All poets' wives have rotten lives Their husbands look at them like knives.
Source:...
I should like you to consider this letter as a resignation; I want to resign as one of your most studious and faithful...
Now I'm dead in the grave with my lips moving
And every schoolboy repeating my words by...
To deliver life out of captivity, The gnarled knees of the days
Must be bound to a...
Perhaps my whisper was already born before my lips.
Source: Selected Forms (1973,...
When my string's tuned tight as Igor's Song,
when I get my breath back, you can hear
in my voice the...
No, I am no one's contemporary - ever.
That would have been above my station . . .
How I loathe that other with...