This site is dedicated to the memory of Dr. Alan William Smolowe who gave birth to the creation of this database.
Death have we hated, knowing not what it meant Life we have loved, through green leaf and through sere, Though still the less we knew of its intent.
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I too will go, remembering what I said to you, when any land, the first to which we came seemed that we sought, and set your hearts aflame, and all seemed won to you: but still I think, perchance years hence, the fount of life to drink, unless by some ill chance I first am slain. But boundless risk must pay for boundless gain.
Happy | Imagination | Man | Memory | Men | Mind | Past | Pleasure | Soul | Will | Wills | Work | Think |
Forget days past, heart-broken, put all memory by No grief on the green hillside, no pity in the sky, Joy that may not be spoken fills mead and flower and tree.
Love is Enough Love is enough though the world be a-waning, And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining, Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discover The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder, Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder, And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over, Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.
O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies. The Life of King Henry the Eighth (Wolsey at IV, i)
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O Hamlet, speak no more. Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul, And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct. Hamlet Prince of Denmark (Gertrude, Queen of Denmark at III, iv)
O Lord, that lends me life, lend me a heart replete with thankfulness.
Now does he feel his title hang loose about him like a giant's robe upon a dwarfish thief.
Oh! never say that 1 was false of heart, Though absence seemed my flame to qualify.
One that goes with him; I love him for his sake, And yet I know him a notorious liar, Think him a great way fool, solely a coward. Yet these fixed evils sit so fit in him That they take place when virtue's steely bones Look bleak i' th' cold wind; withal, full oft we see Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.
Praise her but for this her without-door form-- which on my faith deserves high speech--and straight the shrug, the hum or ha, these pretty brands that calumny doth use--O, I am out, that mercy does, for calumny will sear virtue itself--these shrugs, these hums and ha's, when you have said she's goodly, come between ere you can say she's honest.
Will |
Open your ears, for which of you will stop the vent of hearing when loud Rumor speaks? I, from the orient to the drooping west, making the wind my post-horse, still unfold the acts commenced on this ball of earth.
Soul |
O, then, what graces in my love do dwell That he hath turned a heaven unto a hell!
Dreams | Good | Little | Mind | Misfortune | Prayer | Time | Misfortune | Old |
O, judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason.
O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year. The Merry Wives of Windsor (Anne Page at III, iv)
Conscience | Cunning | Defeat | Devil | Father | Force | Gall | Heart | Heaven | Life | Life | Murder | Oppression | Passion | Play | Power | Property | Revenge | Soul | Spirit | Tears | Weakness | Will | Words | Murder | Guilty |