Lord of
Lord of
departed immortal fallen
Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great!
time thinking calendars
Think'st thou existence doth depend on time? It doth; but actions are our epochs.
humorous law government
There is, in fact, no law or government at all; and it is wonderful how well things go on without them.
men imagination optical-illusions
If a man proves too clearly and convincingly to himself...that a tiger is an optical illusion--well, he will find out he is wrong. The tiger will himself intervene in the discussion, in a manner which will be in every sense conclusive.
dream mistake men
I really cannot know whether I am or am not the Genius you are pleased to call me, but I am very willing to put up with the mistake, if it be one. It is a title dearly enough bought by most men, to render it endurable, even when not quite clearly made out, which it never can be till the Posterity, whose decisions are merely dreams to ourselves, has sanctioned or denied it, while it can touch us no further.
vanity bravery
The French courage proceeds from vanity
hero writing men
What is the end of Fame? 'tis but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper: Some liken it to climbing up a hill, Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour: For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill, And bards burn what they call their "midnight taper," To have, when the original is dust, A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust.
echoes world knees
I have not loved the World, nor the World me; I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed To its idolatries a patient knee, Nor coined my cheek to smiles,-nor cried aloud In worship of an echo.
disappointment sea apples
Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore, All ashes to the taste.
mind matter bishops
When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter." And proved it--'t was no matter what he said.
dream men august
Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were; First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away--Is this the whole?
lying evil coffins
Nor all that heralds rake from coffin'd clay, Nor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme, Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.
heart blow inward
Such is your cold coquette, who can't say "No," And won't say "Yes," and keeps you on and off-ing On a lee-shore, till it begins to blow, Then sees your heart wreck'd, with an inward scoffing.
fire shining arms
Yet smelt roast meat, beheld a huge fire shine, And cooks in motion with their clean arms bared.