They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show,... Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow-- They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die; But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity: For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The people in power will not disappear voluntarily, giving flowers to the cops just isn't going to work. This thinking is fostered... by the establishment; they like nothing better than love and nonviolence. The only way I like to see cops given flowers is in a flower pot from a high window.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
His hope is treacherous only whose love dies With beauty, which is varying every hour;... But, in chaste hearts uninfluenced by the power Of outward change, there blooms a deathless flower, That breathes on earth the air of paradise.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
and men strive with each other not for power or the accumulation of paper but in joy create for others the house, the poem, t...he game of athletic beauty.
Then washed in the brightness of the vision, I saw how in its radiance would grow and be nourished and suddenly burst into terrible and splendid bloom the blood-red flower of revolution.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power,... How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower? O how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wrackful siege of batt'ring days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong but time decays? O fearful meditation, where alack, Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back, Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »