To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise.
Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skilled to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!
To the law and to the testimony: if they speak not according to this word, it is because there is no light in them.
The mills of God work like lightning compared with the law.
The law is not a "light" for you or any man to see by; the law is not an instrument of any kind. The law is a causeway upon which so long as he keeps to it a citizen may walk safely.
Rowe's Rule: the odds are five to six that the light at the end of the tunnel is the headlight of an oncoming train.
Indolence is a delightful but distressing state. We must be doing something to be happy.
What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began. A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.
The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.
The sun of liberty is set; you must light up the candle of industry and economy.
What light is to the eyes--what air is to the lungs--what love is to the heart, liberty is to the soul of man.
I know not if the dark or bright Shall be by lot; If that wherein my hopes delight Be best or not.
And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
With aching hands and bleeding feet We dig and heap, lay stone on stone; We bear the burden and the heat Of the long day, and wish 'twere done. Not till the hours of light return All we have built as we discern.
As a mortal, thou must nourish each of two forebodings--that tomorrow's sunlight will be the last that thou shalt see; and that for fifty years wilt live out thy life in ample wealth.
The hero is the one who kindles a great light in the world, who sets up blazing torches in the dark streets of life for men to see by. The saint is the man who walks through the dark paths of the world, himself a light.
Corruption springs from light: 'tis one same power Creates, preserves, destroys; matter whereon It works, on e'er self-transmutative form, Common to now the living, now the dead.
And God said: Let there be light: and there was light.
I will light in your heart the lamp of understanding, which shall not be put out until what you about to write is finished.
That was the true Light, which lighteth every man that cometh into the world.
He was a burning and shining light: and ye were willing for a season to rejoice in his light.
Then Jesus said unto them, Yet a little while is the light with you. Walk while ye have the light, lest darkness come upon you: for he that walketh in darkness knoweth not whither he goeth.
Misled by Fancy's meteor-ray, By passion driven; But yet the light that led astray, Was light from Heaven.
For I light my candle from their torches.
Light is the first of painters. There is no object so foul that intense light will not make it beautiful.