I always looked to about thirty as the barrier of any real or fierce delight in the passions, and determined to work them out in t...he younger ore and better veins of the mine--and I flatter myself (perhaps) that I have pretty well done so--and now the dross is coming.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Yes, I am a Jew, and when the ancestors of the right honourable gentleman were brutal savages in an unknown island, mine were... priests in the temple of Solomon.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Taking men into the union is just the kindergarten of their education and every force is against their further education. Men who ...live up those lonely creeks have only the mine owners' Y.M.C.As, the mine owners' preachers and teachers, the mine owners' doctors and newspapers to look to for their ideas. So they don't get many.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Even like two little bank-dividing brooks, That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams,... And having ranged and searched a thousand nooks, Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames Where in a greater current they conjoin: So I my Best-Beloved's am, so he is mine.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand errors note,... But 'tis my heart that loves what they dispise,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war, How to divide the conquest of thy sight;... Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar, My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Not mine own fears nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come... Can yet the lease of my true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom. The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured, And the sad augurs mock their own presage, Incertainties now crown themselves assured, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and death to me subscribes, Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes: And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »