Who hath not own’d, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name.
Our land, the first garden of liberty’s tree – It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.
Love’s a fire that needs renewal Of fresh beauty for its fuel.
For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom But roses blossom’d each rustic tomb.
Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you’re doing In my cheek’s pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing; Wed or cease to woo.
Better be courted and jilted Than never be courted at all.
A stoic of the woods, – a man without a tear.
For Beauty’s tears are lovelier than her smile.
O star-eyed Science, hast thou wander’d there, To waft us home the message of despair?
The prophet’s mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world – a sacred gift to man.
His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.
Oh, how hard it is to find The one just suited to our mind!
Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o’er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep.
It’s not about the body; you are consciousness. That’s what you are. Your consciousness is already out of your body. You don’t need to get out of your body, you just need to get into your consciousness.
A man who will not leave his room because he does not know how, or is afraid to open the door, is trapped just the same whether or not the door is locked.
Your belief systems limit your reality to a sub-set of the solution space that does not contain the answer.
I’ll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.
What millions died that Caesar might be great!
Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of the day, spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay.
Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.