Quotes
Quotes about Sin
Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution,
She lives whom we call dead.
When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
He has singed the beard of the king of Spain.
Ships that pass in the night and speak each other in passing;
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and a silence.
Build on, and make thy castles high and fair,
Rising and reaching upward to the skies;
Listen to voices in the upper air,
Nor lose thy simple faith in mysteries.
God sent his singers upon earth
With songs of sadness and of mirth.
Yet sometimes glimpses on my sight,
Through present wrong the eternal right;
And, step by step, since time began,
I see the steady gain of man;
Low stir of leaves and dip of oars
And lapsing waves on quiet shores.
Sweeter than any sung
My songs that found no tongue;
Nobler than any fact
My wish that failed of act.
Others shall sing the song,
Others shall right the wrong,--
Finish what I begin,
And all I fail of win.
We have been friends together
In sunshine and in shade.
Since first beneath the chestnut-tree
In fancy we played
But coldness dwells within thine heart
A cloud is on thy brow.
We have been friends together,--
Shall a light word part us now?
A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers;
There was lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears.
My country, 't is of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing:
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride,
From every mountain-side
Let freedom ring.
Our fathers' God, to thee,
Author of liberty,
To thee I sing;
Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light;
Protect us by thy might,
Great God, our King!
But since he had
The genuis to be loved, why let him have
The justice to be honoured in his grave.
Since when was genius found respectable?
It is not best to swap horses while crossing the river.
This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.
Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs,
And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns.
Mastering the lawless science of our law,--
That codeless myriad of precedent,
That wilderness of single instances.
There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.
I held it truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men may rise on stepping-stones
Of their dead selves to higher things.
I do but sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.
So careful of the type she seems,
So careless of the single life.
My lord, you know what Virgil sings--
Woman is various and most mutable.
Forget thee...
Never--
Till Nature, high and low, and great and small
Forgets herself, and all her loves and hates
Sink again into Chaos.
