Lord of
Lord of
morality johnson rough
Rough Johnson, the great moralist.
law heaven earth
The law of heaven and earth is life for life.
flower wine eye
The music, and the banquet, and the wine-- The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments-- The white arms and the raven hair--the braids, And bracelets; swan-like bosoms, and the necklace, An India in itself, yet dazzling not.
salt refinement expenses
A feast not profuse but elegant; more of salt [refinement] than of expense.
forget eternity thee
Eternity forbids thee to forget.
romance
Romances I ne'er read like those I have seen.
ignorance knowledge kind
Knowledge is not happiness, and science But an exchange of ignorance for that Which is another kind of ignorance.
long doubt quiet
I doubt sometimes whether a quiet and unagitated life would have suited me - yet I sometimes long for it.
hate years wings
Above or Love, Hope, Hate or Fear, It lives all passionless and pure: An age shall fleet like earthly year; Its years in moments shall endure. Away, away, without a wing, O'er all, through all, its thought shall fly; A nameless and eternal thing, Forgetting what it was to die.
humility eye hair
She was like me in lineaments-- her eyes Her hair, her features, all, to the very tone Even of her voice, they said were like to mine; But soften'd all, and temper'd into beauty; She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings, The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind To comprehend the universe: nor these Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine, Pity, and smiles, and tears-- which I had not; And tenderness-- but that I had for her; Humility-- and that I never had. Her faults were mine-- her virtues were her own-- I loved her, and destroy'd her!
hate misanthrope call-me
Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.
dog memories men
Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence, courage without ferocity, and all the virtues of man, without his vices. This praise, which would be unmeaning flattery if inscribed over human ashes, is but a just tribute to the memory of Botswain, a dog.
art riding fencing
He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress - or a nunnery.
daughter flower race
But first, on earth as vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent, Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race. There from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life, Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse. Thy victims ere they yet expire Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.