Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry; on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under a moderate weight of ...prose.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
While he hears in every spring How the birds do chirp and sing:... Or before the hounds in cry See the hare go stealing by: Or along the shallow brook, Angling with a baited hook, See the fishes leap and play In a blessed sunny day:LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I cruelly hate cruelty, both by nature and reason, as the worst of all the vices. But then I am so soft in this that I cannot see ...a chicken's neck wrung without distress, and cannot bear to hear the squealing of a hare between the teeth of my hounds.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
My race groaned. It was our people falling. It was another lynching, yet another Black man hanging on a tree. One more woman ambus...hed and raped. A Black boy whipped and maimed. It was hounds on the trail of a man running through slimy swamps.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I don't know why one can't chase two rabbits at the same time, even in the literal sense of those words. If you have the hounds, g...o ahead and pursue.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
he will lick The fishbone bare. And can take stolen hold...
On a bitch otter in a field full Of nervous horses, but linger nowhere. Yanked above hounds, reverts to nothing at all, To this long pelt over the back of a chair.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But how do we recognize ourselves? How can man know himself? He is a dark and hidden thing; whereas the hare is said to have seven... skins, man can take off seven times seventy skins and still not be able to say: "That is you as you really are, that is no longer mere appearance." Besides, it is a painful and dangerous undertaking to dig down into oneself in this way and to descend violently and directly into the shaft of one's being. How easily he could injure himself doing this, so that no doctor could cure him.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, When in a wood of Crete they bayed the bear... With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear Such gallant chiding; for besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seemed all one mutual cry. I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men, As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs,... Shoughs, water-rugs, and demi-wolves, are clept All by the name of dogs.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »