Wonder [said Socrates] is very much the affection of a
philosopher; for there is no other beginning of philosophy read more

Wonder [said Socrates] is very much the affection of a
philosopher; for there is no other beginning of philosophy than
this.

O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful, and yet
again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping!

O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful, and yet
again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping!

O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!

O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!

The things that have been and shall be no more,
The things that are, and that hereafter shall be,
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The things that have been and shall be no more,
The things that are, and that hereafter shall be,
The things that might have been, and yet were not,
The fading twilight of joys departed.

There's something in a flying horse,
There's something in a huge balloon.

There's something in a flying horse,
There's something in a huge balloon.

A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!

A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!

Men love to wonder and that is the seed of our science.

Men love to wonder and that is the seed of our science.

Can such things be,
And overcome us like a summer's cloud
Without our special wonder?

Can such things be,
And overcome us like a summer's cloud
Without our special wonder?

"Never see . . . a dead post-boy, did you?" inquired
Sam. . . . "No," rejoined Bob, "I read more

"Never see . . . a dead post-boy, did you?" inquired
Sam. . . . "No," rejoined Bob, "I never did." "No!" rejoined Sam
triumphantly. "Nor never vill; and there's another thing that no
man never see, and that's a dead donkey."