LightWinged Smoke
Lightwinged Smoke, Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
Lark without song, and the messenger of dawn,
Circling above the hamlets as thy nest;
Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form
Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts;
By night star-veiling, and by day
Darkening the light and blotting out the sun;
Go thou my incense upward from this hearth,
And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame.
-Henry David Thoreau-.
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Grace is free sovereign favor to the ill-deserving.
Grace is free sovereign favor to the ill-deserving.
Beauty is grace and confidence. I've learned to accept and appreciate what nature gave me.
Beauty is grace and confidence. I've learned to accept and appreciate what nature gave me.
Beauty without grace is the hook without the bait.
Beauty without grace is the hook without the bait.
Learn to limit yourself; to content yourself with some definite work; dare to be what you are and learn to read more
Learn to limit yourself; to content yourself with some definite work; dare to be what you are and learn to resign with a good grace all that you are not; and to believe in your own individuality.
How inimitably graceful children are before they learn to dance.
How inimitably graceful children are before they learn to dance.
My father was very sure about certain matters pertaining to the
universe. To him, all good things--trout as well read more
My father was very sure about certain matters pertaining to the
universe. To him, all good things--trout as well as eternal
salvation--come by grace and grace comes by art and art does not
come easy.
Teach me to live that I may dread
The grace as little as my bed.
Teach me to live that I may dread
The grace as little as my bed.
And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.
And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.
O, then, what graces in my love do dwell
That he hath turned a heaven unto a hell!
O, then, what graces in my love do dwell
That he hath turned a heaven unto a hell!
