He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.
Mots clés wisdom inspirational
Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are born.
Every Morn and every Night
Some are born to Sweet Delight,
Some are born to Endless Night.
The Holy Word
That walk'd among the ancient trees,
Calling the lapsèd soul,
And weeping in the evening dew;
That might control
The starry pole,
And fallen, fallen light renew!
This life's dim windows of the soul
Distorts the heavens from pole to pole
And leads you to believe a lie
When you see with, not through, the eye.
The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity, too great for the eye of man.
William BlakeMots clés eternity
A good local pub has much in common with a church, except that a pub is warmer, and there's more conversation.
William BlakeFor Mercy has a human heart
Pity, a human face:
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress.
The morning comes, the night decays, the watchmen leave their stations.
William BlakeOpposition is true Friendship.
William BlakeTo cast aside from Poetry, all that is not Inspiration
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