All children's books are about ideals. Adult fiction sets out to portray and then explain the world as it really is; books for chi...ldren present it as it should be. Child readers come to them hoping for a certain amount of instruction, but chiefly for stories in which the petty restrictions of ordinary life are removed: they want to encounter people who can fly, geese that lay golden eggs, frogs that turn into princes, spaceships piloted by children, anything that measures up to their ideals of adventure and imagination. Adults, on the other hand, are more likely to want to feed the children a set of moral examples. By all means, let them have their fun, but the opportunity of providing models of ideal behaviour is not to be wasted.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When through the old oak forest I am gone, Let me not wander in a barren dream,... But when I am consumed in the fire, Give me new Phoenix wings to fly at my desire.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I defied the machinery to make me its slave. Its incessant discords could not drown the music of my thoughts if I would let them f...ly high enough.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I have a very great fear of love. It is so personal. Let each bird fly with its own wings, and each fish swim its own course.--Mor...ning brings more than love. And I want to be true to the morning.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And God said, Let the waters generate, Reptile with spawn abundant, living soul:... And let fowl fly above the earth, with wings Displayed on the open firmament of heaven. And God created the great whales, and each Soul living, each that crept, which plenteously The waters generated by their kinds, And every bird of wing after his kind; And saw that it was good, and blessed them, saying, Be fruitful, multiply, and in the seas And lakes and running streams the waters fill; And let the fowl be multiplied on the earth.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid.... Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Adultery? Thou shalt not die. Die for adultery? No.... The wren goes to 't, and the small gilded fly Does lecher in my sight. Let copulation thrive; for Gloucester's bastard son Was kinder to his father than my daughters Got 'tween the lawful sheets. To 't, luxury, pell-mell, for I lack soldiers.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What was thy cause? Adultery?... Thou shalt not die. Die for adultery? No, The wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly Does lecher in my sight. Let copulation thrive.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Let us not succumb to nature. We will marshall the clouds and restrain tempests; we will bottle up pestilent exhalations; we will ...probe for earthquakes, grub them up, and give vent to the dangerous gas; we will disembowel the volcano, and extract its poison, take its seed out. We will wash water, and warm fire, and cool ice, and underprop the earth. We will teach birds to fly, and fishes to swim, and ruminants to chew the cud. It is time we looked into these things.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 »