O may I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence; live
In pulses stirred to generosity,
In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn
For miserable aims that end with self.
In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars,
And with their mild persistence urge man's search
To vaster issues.
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I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.
I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.
The very room, coz she was in,
Seemed warm f'om floor to ceilin'.
The very room, coz she was in,
Seemed warm f'om floor to ceilin'.
Their poison is like the poison of a serpent; they are like the
deaf adder that stoppeth her ear;
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Their poison is like the poison of a serpent; they are like the
deaf adder that stoppeth her ear;
Which will not hearken to the voice of charmers, charming never
so wisely.
People are submissive to power, and few of them can be influenced
by doctrines of righteousness.
People are submissive to power, and few of them can be influenced
by doctrines of righteousness.
Even here Thy strong magnetic charms I feel,
And pant and tremble like the amorous steel.
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Even here Thy strong magnetic charms I feel,
And pant and tremble like the amorous steel.
To lower good, and beauties less divine,
Sometimes my erroneous needle does incline;
But yet (so strong the sympathy)
It turns, and points again to Thee.
He raised a mortal to the skies;
She drew an angel down.
He raised a mortal to the skies;
She drew an angel down.
Be a pattern to others, and then all will go well; for as a whole
city is affected by read more
Be a pattern to others, and then all will go well; for as a whole
city is affected by the licentious passions and vices of great
men, so it is likewise reformed by their moderation.
Blessed influence of one true loving human soul on another.
Blessed influence of one true loving human soul on another.
So when a great man dies,
For years beyond our ken,
The light he leaves behind him read more
So when a great man dies,
For years beyond our ken,
The light he leaves behind him lies
Upon the paths of men.
