Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you,... That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inherse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
With its frame of shaking curls all in disarray, earrings swinging,... make-up smudged by beads of sweat, eyes languid at the end of lovemaking, may the face of the slim girl who's riding on top of you protect you long. What's the use of Vishnu, Shiva, Skanda, and all those other gods?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Words convey the mental treasures of one period to the generations that follow; and laden with this, their precious freight, they ...sail safely across gulfs of time in which empires have suffered shipwreck and the languages of common life have sunk into oblivion.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
By this also ye must know that women have dominion over you: do ye not labour and toil, and give and bring all to the woman? Yea, ...a man taketh his sword, and goeth his way to rob and to steal, to sail upon the sea and upon rivers, and looketh upon a lion, and goeth in the darkness; and when he hath stolen, spoiled, and robbed, he bringeth it to his love.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Our fathers water'd with their tears This sea of time whereon we sail,... Their voices were in all men's ears Who pass'd within their puissant hail. Still the same ocean round us raves, But we stand mute, and watch the waves.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Sometimes a musical phrase would perfectly sum up The mood of a moment. One of those lovelorn sonatas... For wind instruments was riding past on a solemn white horse. Everybody wondered who the new arrival was.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »