The moment of desire! the moment of desire! The virgin That pines for man shall awaken her womb to enormous joys... In the secret shadows of her chamber: the youth shut up from The lustful joy shall forget to generate & create an amorous image In the shadows of his curtains and in the folds of his silent pillow. Are not these the places of religion, the rewards of continence, The self-enjoyings of self-denial? why dost thou seek religion? Is it because acts are not lovely that thou seekest solitude Where the horrible darkness is impressed with reflections of desire?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The ghost of the heart of manred Cain And the more murderous brain... Of Man, still redder Nero that conceived the death Of his mother Earth, and tore Her womb, to know the place where he was conceived.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Fine Madam Would-Be, wherefore should you fear, That love to make so well, a child to bear?... The world reputes you barren; but I know Your 'pothecary, and his drug says no. Is it the pain affrights? That's soon forgot, Or your complexion's loss? You have a pot That can restore that. Will it hurt your feature? To make amends, you're thought a wholesome creature. What should the cause be? Oh, you live at court, And there's both loss of time and loss of sport In a great belly. Write, then, on thy womb, Of the not born, yet buried, here's the tomb.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds,... That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch. Fire answers fire, and through their play flames Each battle sees the other's umbered face. Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents The armorers accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The world 's a bubble, and the life of man Less then a span:... In his conception wretched, from the womb So to the tomb; Curst from his cradle, and brought up to years With cares and fears.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
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 »
... one of the blind spots of most Negroes is their failure to realize that small overtures from whites have a large significance ...... I now realize that this feeling inevitably takes possession of one in the bitter struggle for equality. Indeed, I share it. Yet I wonder how we can expect total acceptance to step full grown from the womb of prejudice, with no embryo or infancy or childhood stages.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When I received this [coronation] ring I solemnly bound myself in marriage to the realm; and it will be quite sufficient for the m...emorial of my name and for my glory, if, when I die, an inscription be engraved on a marble tomb, saying, "Here lieth Elizabeth, which reigned a virgin, and died a virgin."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Laid out for death, let thy last kindness be With leaves and moss-work for to cover me:... And while the wood-nymphs my cold corpse inter, Sing thou my dirge, sweet-warbling chorister! For epitaph, in foliage, next write this: Here, here the tomb of Robin Herrick is.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »