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I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death.O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.
Color possesses me. I don't have to pursue it. It will possess me always, I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour: Color and I are one. I am a painter.
A child's a plaything for an hour.
And those who watch at that midnight hour From Hall orTerrace or loftyTower, Cry as the wild light passes along, 'The Dong!öthe Dong! The wandering Dong through the forest goes! The Dong!öthe Dong! The Dong with a Luminous Nose!'
Igreet you as the advanceguard of the world proletarian army. The hour is not far off whenthe German people will turn their weapons againsttheircapitalist exploiters. The sun of the socialist revolution has already risen.
Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour.
It's no go my honey love, it's no go my poppet; Work your hands from day to day, the winds will blow the profit. The glassisfalling hourby hour, theglass will fall forever, But if you break the bloody glass, you won't hold up the weather.
Now hast thou but one bare hour to live, And then thou must be damned perpetually! Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come. Fair nature's eye, rise, rise, again, and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but Ayear, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul! O lente, lente currite, noctis equi: The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The devil will come, and Faustus must be damned. Oh, I'll leap up to my God!öWho pulls me down?ö See, see, where Christ's blood streams in the firmament! One drop would save my soul, half a drop, ah, my Christ.
Her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the fruit, she plucked, she ate: Earth felt the wound, and nature from her seat Sighing through all her works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die!
If I be evil intreated, or sent away with a flea in mine ear, let him look that Iwill rail onhimsoundly; nor foranhour or a day, whiles the injury is fresh in my memory; but in some elaborate polished poem, which I will leave to the world when I am dead, to be a living image to all ages of his beggarly parsimony and ignoble illiberality.
Monsieur Wagner has good moments, but awful quarters of an hour!
A sonnet is a moment's monument,ö Memorial from the Soul's eternity To one dead deathless hour.
Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky:ö So this winged hour is dropt to us from above. Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower, This close-companioned inarticulate hour When twofold silence was the song of love.
I always claim the mission workers came out too early to catch any sinners on this part of Broadway. At such an hour the sinners are still in bed resting up from their sinning of thenight before, so they will be ingood shape for more sinning a little later on.
All books are divided into two classes, the books of the hour, and the books of all time.
Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land, öDrawing no dividend from time's to-morrows. In the great hour of destiny they stand, öEach with his feuds, and jealousies, and sorrows. Soldiers are sworn to action; they must win öSome flaming, fatal climax with their lives. Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin öThey think of firelit homes, clean beds and wives.
The hour's come, but not the man.
Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh, The sun has left the lea, The orange flower perfumes the bower, The breeze is on the sea.
A pard-like Spirit, beautiful and swiftö A love in desolation masked;öa Power Girt round with weakness;öit can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour; It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow;öeven whilst we speak Is it not broken? Shelley
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