Quotes

11 November 2014
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar:
11 November 2014
Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.
11 November 2014
'How is it that you live, and what is it you do?'
11 November 2014
that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world Is lightened:—
11 November 2014
Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her,
11 November 2014
though mean Our object and inglorious, yet the end Was not ignoble.
11 November 2014
Careless of books, yet having felt the power Of Nature, by the gentle agency Of natural objects, led me on to feel For passions that were not my own, and think (At random and imperfectly indeed) On man, the heart of man, and human life.
11 November 2014
The horse is taught his manage, and no star Of wildest course but treads back his own steps;
11 November 2014
Our Luke shall leave us, Isabel; the land Shall not go from us, and it shall be free; He shall possess it, free as is the wind That passes over it.
11 November 2014
There are in our existence spots of time,

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