The worm doth woo the mortal, death claims a living bride, Night unto day is married, morn unto eventide, Earth a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true,And Earth is quite coquettish, and beseemeth in vain to sue.
Tell all the truth but tell it slant - success in circuit lies.
Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it
The truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind.
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant--Success in Cirrcuit liesToo bright for our infirm DelightThe Truth's superb surpriseAs Lightening to the Children easedWith explanation kindThe Truth must dazzle graduallyOr every man be blind--
I wonder if it hurts to live,And if they have to try,And whether, could they choose between,They would not rather die.
IF I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.
tell all the truth but tell it slant
Beauty crowds me till I die,Beauty, mercy have on me!But if I expire today,Let it be in sight of thee
They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
They might not need me but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
Surgeons must be very careful. When they take the knife!,Underneath their fine incisions, stirs the Culprit - Life!
His Labor is a Chant -- his Idleness -- a Tune -- oh, for a Bee's experience of Clovers, and of Noon!
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
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