Lord of
Lord of
beautiful stars moon
The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains--beautiful! I linger yet with nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man, and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness I learned the language of another world.
mortality mortals
This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.
pain accomplishment battle
The great object of life is Sensation - to feel that we exist - even though in pain - it is this "craving void" which drives us to gaming - to battle - to travel - to intemperate but keenly felt pursuits of every description whose principal attraction is the agitation inseparable from their accomplishment.
laughter wine men
Let us have wine and woman, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda water the day after. Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; The best of life is but intoxication: Glory, the grape, love, gold, in these are sunk The hopes of all men, and of every nation; Without their sap, how branchless were the trunk Of life's strange tree, so fruitful on occasion: But to return--Get very drunk; and when You wake with head-ache, you shall see what then.
stars space sun
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space.
lonely wind water
And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.
prejudice world comfort
My great comfort is, that the temporary celebrity I have wrung from the world has been in the very teeth of all opinions and prejudices. I have flattered no ruling powers; I have never concealed a single thought that tempted me.
fame folly martyrdom
Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.
ocean men sea
Man marks the earth with ruin - his control stops with the shore.
change stars men
The lapse of ages changes all things - time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing about, around, and underneath man, except man himself.
sympathy bird tree
In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee
earthquakes imagination poetry
It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.
peace solitude mark
Mark! Where his carnage and his conquests cease, He makes a solitude and calls it-peace!
fire ashes
I am ashes where once I was fire...