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Seite 7 - SOME ask'd me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say : But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. Some ask'd how pearls did grow, and where ; Then spoke I to my girl, To part her lips, and show'd them there The quarelets of Pearl.
Seite 45 - I have gone the whole round of creation: I saw and I spoke. I, a work of God's hand for that purpose, received in my brain, And pronounced on, the rest of his handwork, — returned him again His creation's approval or censure; I spoke as I saw. I report, as a man may of God's work: all's love, yet all's law.
Seite 9 - Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first, in loftiness of thought surpass'd ; The next, in majesty ; in both, the last. The force of nature could no further go ; To make a third, she join'd the former two.
Seite 10 - Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love, But why did you kick me down stairs...
Seite 24 - We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most — feels the noblest — acts the best.
Seite 78 - With burnished neck of verdant gold, erect Amidst his circling spires, that on the grass Floated redundant...
Seite 11 - Here lies Fred, Who was alive, and is dead. Had it been his father, I had much rather. Had it been his brother, Still better than another. Had it been his sister, No one would have missed her. Had it been the whole generation, Still better for the nation. But since 'tis only Fred, Who was alive, and is dead, There's no more to be said.