Great Throughts Treasury

"And Constancy lives in realms above; and life is thorny; and youth is vain; and to be wroth with one we love doth work like madness in the brain."

"And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,"

"And is this the prime And heaven-sprung message of the olden time?"

"And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald."

"And in Life's noisiest hour, there whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee, the heart's Self-solace and soliloquy. You mold my Hopes, you fashion me within; and to the leading Love-throb in the Heart thro' all my Being, thro' my pulse's beat; you lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light, like the fair light of Dawn, or summer Eve on rippling Stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake. And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you, how oft! I bless the Lot that made me love you."

"And life is thorny; and youth is vain."

"And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you,"

"And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever."

"And in today already walks tomorrow."

"And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from afar Ancestral voices prophesying war!"

"And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you, how oft! I bless the Lot, that made me love you."

"And now there came both mist and snow, and it grew wondrous cold: and ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald."

"And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin Is pride that apes humility."

"And the spring comes slowly up this way."

"And so, his senses gradually wrapt In a half sleep, he dreams of better worlds, And dreaming hears thee still, O singing lark; That singest like an angel in the clouds."

"And though thou notest from thy safe recess old friends burn dim, like lamps in noisome air love them for what they are; nor love them less, because to thee they are not what they were."

"And they three passed over the white sands, between the rocks, silent as the shadows."

"And to be wroth with one we love?Doth work like madness in the brain."

"And we did speak only to break the silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, the bloody sun, at noon, right up above the mast did stand, no bigger than the moon. Day after day, day after day, we stuck, nor breath nor motion; as idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean."

"And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven."

"And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand?"

"And Winter slumbering in the open air."

"Aptitude found in the understanding and is often inherited. Genius coming from reason and imagination, rarely."

"Architecture exhibits the greatest extent of the difference from nature which may exist in works of art. It involves all the powers of design, and is sculpture and painting inclusively. It shows the greatness of man, and should at the same time teach him humility."

"Around thee and above, deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, an ebon mass; methinks thou piercest it, as with a wedge! But when I look again, it is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, thy habitation from eternity!"

"As I live and am a man, this is an unexaggerated tale - my dreams become the substances of my life."

"As a man without forethought scarcely deserves the name of a man, so forethought without reflection is but a metaphorical phrase for the instinct of a beast."

"As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean."

"As in respect of the first wonder we are all on the same level, how comes it that the philosophic mind should, in all ages, be the privilege of a few? The most obvious reason is this: The wonder takes place before the period of reflection, and (with the great mass of mankind) long before the individual is capable of directing his attention freely and consciously to the feeling, or even to its exciting causes. Surprise (the form and dress which the wonder of ignorance usually puts on) is worn away, if not precluded, by custom and familiarity."

"As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing."

"As it must not, so genius cannot be lawless; for it is even that constitutes its genius - the power of acting creatively under laws of its own origination."

"As on the driving cloud the shiny bow, that gracious thing made up of tears and light..."

"At all events, a contemptuous rejection of this mode of reasoning would come with an ill grace from a medical philosopher, who cannot combine any three phenomena of health or of disease without the assumption of powers, which he is compelled to deduce without being able to demonstrate; nay, even of material substances as the vehicles of these powers, which he can never expect to exhibit before the senses."

"At this moment he was unfortunately called out by a person on business from Porlock."

"Awake, my soul! not only passive praise thou owest! Not alone these swelling tears, mute thanks and secret ecstasy. Awake, voice of sweet song! Awake, my heart, awake! Green vales and icy cliffs all join my hymn."

"As there is much beast and some devil in man, so is there some angel and some God in him. The beast and the devil may be conquered, but in this life never destroyed."

"Awake, my soul! not only passive praise."

"Be that blind bard who on the Chian strand, by those deep sounds possessed with inward light, beheld the Iliad and the Odyssey rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea."

"Beloved from pole to pole."

"Bear witness for me, whereso'er ye be."

"Be not merely a man of letters! Let literature be an honorable augmentations to your arms, not constitute the coat or fill the escutcheon!"

"Blest hour! it was a luxury ? to be!"

"Beneath this sod a poet lies, or that which once seemed he ? Oh, lift a thought in prayer for S.T.C! That he, who many a year, with toil of breath, found death in life, may here find life in death."

"Bloom, O ye Amaranths! Bloom for whom ye may, for me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away! With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll: and would you learn the spells that drowse my soul? Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve, and Hope without an object cannot live."

"Bold with joy, forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place (Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism, sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon, drops her blue-fringed lids, and holds them close, and hooting at the glorious sun in Heaven, cries out, "Where is it?""

"Brute animals have the vowel sounds; man only can utter consonants."

"But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted as e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted by woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, as if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, a mighty fountain momently was forced:"

"But tell me, Nymphs, what power divine?"

"But metre itself implies a passion, i.e. a state of excitement, both in the Poet's mind, and is expected in that of the Reader."

"But though the origin of the words, even as of the miraculous acts, be supernatural, yet the former once uttered, the latter once having taken their place among the phenomena of the senses, the faithful recording of the same does not of itself imply, or seem to require, any supernatural working, other than as all truth and goodness are such."