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By the golden chain Homer meant nothing else than the sun.
By the golden chain Homer meant nothing else than the sun.
Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.
Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.
O may I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made read more
O may I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence; live
In pulses stirred to generosity,
In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn
For miserable aims that end with self.
In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars,
And with their mild persistence urge man's search
To vaster issues.
I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.
I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.
Ah, who could have ever foretold that that little retrousse nose
would change the laws of an empire.
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Ah, who could have ever foretold that that little retrousse nose
would change the laws of an empire.
[Fr., Ah, qui jamais autoir pu dire
Que ce petit nez retrousse
Changerait les lois d'un empire.]
Nor ease nor peace that heart can know,
That like the needle true,
Turns at the touch read more
Nor ease nor peace that heart can know,
That like the needle true,
Turns at the touch of joy or woe;
But turning, trembles too.
So when a great man dies,
For years beyond our ken,
The light he leaves behind him read more
So when a great man dies,
For years beyond our ken,
The light he leaves behind him lies
Upon the paths of men.
Influencing people is dangerous. Their acts and thoughts become your illegitimate children. You can't get away from them and Heaven read more
Influencing people is dangerous. Their acts and thoughts become your illegitimate children. You can't get away from them and Heaven knows what they mayn't grow up into.
Spontaneously to God should turn the soul,
Like the magnetic needle to the pole;
But what were read more
Spontaneously to God should turn the soul,
Like the magnetic needle to the pole;
But what were that intrinsic virtue worth,
Suppose some fellow, with more zeal than knowledge,
Fresh from St. Andrew's College,
Should nail the conscious needle to the north?