Like vinegar on a wound is one who sings songs to a heavy heart. Like a moth in clothing or a worm in wood, sorrow gnaws at the hu...man heart.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Let the palings of her bed Be quince and box-wood overlaid... with the scented bark of yew. That all the wood in blossoming, May calm her heart and cool her blood For losing of her maidenhood.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The nightingales are singing near The Convent of the Sacred Heart,...
And sang within the bloody wood When Agamemnon cried aloud, And let their liquid siftings fall To stain the stiff dishonored shroud.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Hast thou named all the birds without a gun? Loved the wood rose, and left it on its stalk?... At rich men's tables eaten bread and pulse? Unarmed, faced danger with a heart of trust?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Time, which shows so vacant, indivisible, and divine in its coming, is slit and peddled into trifles and tatters. A door is to be ...painted, a lock to be repaired. I want wood, or oil, or meal, or salt; the house smokes, or I have a headache; then the tax; and an affair to be transacted with a man without heart or brains; and the stinging recollection of an injurious or very awkward word,--these eat up the hours.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Come, heart, where hill is heaped upon hill: For there the mystical brotherhood... Of sun and moon and hollow and wood And river and stream work out their will....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This is just a job like any other job. I do it the best I can. It's never enough but I do it. When I go home, I don't take this st...uff with me, I leave it outside. But you, the way you carry it around inside, you must like it! Maybe you think that makes you a good cop. The way you're going you won't be good to anybody! Not even yourself! Somebody had to tell you. To get anything out of this life, you got to put something in it. From the heart!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »