Victor Hugo

Then press my lips, where plays a flame of bliss,--
A pure and holy love-light,--and forsake
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Then press my lips, where plays a flame of bliss,--
A pure and holy love-light,--and forsake
The angel for the woman in a kiss,
At once I wis,
My soul will wake!

I was always a lover of soft-winged things.

I was always a lover of soft-winged things.

The stars were glittering in the heaven's dusk meadows,
Far west, among those flowers of the shadows,
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The stars were glittering in the heaven's dusk meadows,
Far west, among those flowers of the shadows,
The thin, clear crescent lustrous over her,
Made Ruth raise question, looking through the bars
Of heaven, with eyes half-oped, what God, what comer
Unto the harvest of the eternal summer,
Had flung his golden hook down on the field of stars.

To reform a man, you must begin with his grandmother.

To reform a man, you must begin with his grandmother.

My friends, remember this, that there are no weeds, and no worthless men, there are only bad farmers.

My friends, remember this, that there are no weeds, and no worthless men, there are only bad farmers.