How soon hath Time the subtle thief of youth, Stol'n on his wing my three and twentieth year!... My hasting days fly on with full career, By my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th. Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, That I to manhood am arriv'd so near, And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure ev'n, To that same lot, however mean, or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heav'n; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The male sense of space must differ from that of the female, who has such interesting, active, and significant inner space. The sp...ace that interests men is outer. The fly ball high against the sky, the long pass spiraling overhead, the jet fighter like a scarcely visible pinpoint nozzle laying down its vapor trail at 40,000 feet, the gazelle haunch flickering just beyond arrow-reach, the uncountable stars sprinkled on their great black wheel, the horizon, the mountaintop, the quasar--these bring portents with them and awaken a sense of relation with the invisible, with the empty. The ideal male body is taut with lines of potential force, a diagram extending outward; the ideal female body curves around centers of repose.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Jesus, Lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high;... Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life be past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The Spacious Firmament on high, With all the blue Ethereal Sky,... And spangled Heav'ns, a Shining Frame, Their great Original proclaim: Th' unwearied Sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's Pow'r display, And publishes to every Land The Work of an Almighty Hand.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »