There is no such thing as a good influence. Because to influence a person is to give him one's own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions. His virtures are not real to him. His sins, if there are such thing as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of someone else's music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him.
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No life
Can be pure in its purpose or strong in its strife
And all life not read more
No life
Can be pure in its purpose or strong in its strife
And all life not be purer and stronger thereby.
For the great majority of mankind are satisfied with appearance, as though they were realities and are often more influenced read more
For the great majority of mankind are satisfied with appearance, as though they were realities and are often more influenced by the things that seem than by those that are
The work an unknown good man has done is like a vein of water
flowing hidden underground, secretly making read more
The work an unknown good man has done is like a vein of water
flowing hidden underground, secretly making the ground green.
Lay ye down the golden chain
From Heaven, and pull at its inferior links
Both Goddesses and read more
Lay ye down the golden chain
From Heaven, and pull at its inferior links
Both Goddesses and Gods.
Even here Thy strong magnetic charms I feel,
And pant and tremble like the amorous steel.
To read more
Even here Thy strong magnetic charms I feel,
And pant and tremble like the amorous steel.
To lower good, and beauties less divine,
Sometimes my erroneous needle does incline;
But yet (so strong the sympathy)
It turns, and points again to Thee.
God in making man intended by him to reduce all His Works back
again to Himself.
God in making man intended by him to reduce all His Works back
again to Himself.
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.
If the nose of Cleopatra had been shorter, the whole face of the
earth would have been changed.
If the nose of Cleopatra had been shorter, the whole face of the
earth would have been changed.
The very room, coz she was in,
Seemed warm f'om floor to ceilin'.
The very room, coz she was in,
Seemed warm f'om floor to ceilin'.
