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 savage and must be savage in order to be perfect.
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Gracefulness has been defined to be the outward expression of the inward harmony of the soul
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Narcissus is the glory of his race:
For who does nothing with a better grace?
Narcissus is the glory of his race:
For who does nothing with a better grace?
Remove grace, and you have nothing whereby to be saved. Remove free will and you have nothing that could be read more
Remove grace, and you have nothing whereby to be saved. Remove free will and you have nothing that could be saved.
Accept good advice gracefully - as long as it doesn't interfere with what you intended to do in the first read more
Accept good advice gracefully - as long as it doesn't interfere with what you intended to do in the first place.
Do you know that the ready concession of minor points is a part of the grace of life?
Do you know that the ready concession of minor points is a part of the grace of life?
Stately and tall he moves in the hall,
The chief of a thousand for grace.
Stately and tall he moves in the hall,
The chief of a thousand for grace.
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.
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!
