Author: Henry David Thoreau (---.spacegate.com.ua)
Date: 01-13-06 06:27
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O! call not me to justify the wrong
That thy unkindness lays upon my heart;
Wound me not with thine eye, but with thy tongue:
Use power with power, and slay me not by art,
Tell me thou lov\'st elsewhere; but in my sight,
Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside:
What need\'st thou wound with cunning, when thy might
Is more than my o\'erpress\'d defence can bide?
Let me excuse thee: ah! my love well knows
Her pretty looks have been mine enemies;
And therefore from my face she turns my foes,
That they elsewhere might dart their injuries:
Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,
Kill me outright with looks, and rid my pain.
Peace is not absence of conflict, it is the ability to handle conflict by
The beauty of life, is that you don\'t have to be modernly beautiful to live it.
- C.S. Lewis, In Beauty
If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hath been before, how are our brains beguil\'d,
Which labouring for invention bear amiss
The second burthen of a former child!
O! that record could with a backward look,
Even of five hundred courses of the sun,
Show me your image in some antique book,
Since mind at first in character was done!
That I might see what the old world could say
To this composed wonder of your frame;
Wh\'r we are mended, or wh\'r better they,
Or whether revolution be the same.
O! sure I am the wits of former days,
To subjects worse have given admiring praise.