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But in come canine Paradise
Your wraith, I know, rebukes the moon,
And quarters every plain and read more
But in come canine Paradise
Your wraith, I know, rebukes the moon,
And quarters every plain and hill,
Seeking its master. . . . As for me
This prayer at least the gods fulfill
That when I pass the flood and see
Old Charon by Stygian coast
Take toll of all the shades who land,
Your little, faithful barking ghost
May leap to lick my phantom hand.
Small service is true service while it lasts:
Of humblest friends, bright Creature! scorn not one;
The read more
Small service is true service while it lasts:
Of humblest friends, bright Creature! scorn not one;
The Daisy, by the shadow that it casts,
Protects the lingering dew drop from the Sun.
The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart--see, they bark at me.
The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart--see, they bark at me.
Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, read more
Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself. Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids; Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall. -Edward Young.
One does not have to be an angel in order to be saint. -Albert Schweitzer.
One does not have to be an angel in order to be saint. -Albert Schweitzer.
Ay, gentle Thurio, for you know that love
Wilt creep in service where it cannot go.
Ay, gentle Thurio, for you know that love
Wilt creep in service where it cannot go.
And in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be,
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp read more
And in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be,
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp and hound,
And curs of low degree.
And she said, Truth, Lord: yet the dogs eat of the crumbs which
fall from their masters' table.
And she said, Truth, Lord: yet the dogs eat of the crumbs which
fall from their masters' table.
