Author: sildenafil (---.spacegate.com.ua)
Date: 01-30-06 03:22
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I hate quotations. Tell me what you know. --Ralph Waldo Emerson
Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
Serving with looks his sacred majesty;
And having climb\'d the steep-up heavenly hill,
Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
Attending on his golden pilgrimage:
But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,
Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,
The eyes, \'fore duteous, now converted are
From his low tract, and look another way:
So thou, thyself outgoing in thy noon:
Unlook\'d, on diest unless thou get a son.
I believe in God like I believe in the sun rise. Not because I can see it, but because I can see all that it touches.
- C.S. Lewis, In Religion
Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all,
Wherein I should your great deserts repay,
Forgot upon your dearest love to call,
Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day;
That I have frequent been with unknown minds,
And given to time your own dear-purchas\'d right;
That I have hoisted sail to all the winds
Which should transport me farthest from your sight.
Book both my wilfulness and errors down,
And on just proof surmise, accumulate;
Bring me within the level of your frown,
But shoot not at me in your waken\'d hate;
Since my appeal says I did strive to prove
The constancy and virtue of your love.