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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.
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.
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.
By the golden chain Homer meant nothing else than the sun.
By the golden chain Homer meant nothing else than the sun.
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.]
Even here Thy strong magnetic charms I feel,
And pant and tremble like the amorous steel.
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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.
My heart is feminine, nor can forget--
To all, except one image, madly blind;
So shakes the read more
My heart is feminine, nor can forget--
To all, except one image, madly blind;
So shakes the needle, and so stands the pole,
As vibrates my fond heart to my fix'd soul.
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.
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.