These eyes, tho' clear
To outward view of blemish or of spot,
Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot,
Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear
Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year,
Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not
Against Heaven's hand or will, not bate a jot
Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer
Right onward.
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There is a condition worse than blindness, and that is, seeing something that isn't there.
There is a condition worse than blindness, and that is, seeing something that isn't there.
O loss of sight, of thee I most complain!
Blind among enemies, O worse than chains,
Dungeon, read more
O loss of sight, of thee I most complain!
Blind among enemies, O worse than chains,
Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age!
There's none so blind as they that won't see.
There's none so blind as they that won't see.
Let them alone: they be blind leaders of the blind. And if the
blind lead the blind, both shall read more
Let them alone: they be blind leaders of the blind. And if the
blind lead the blind, both shall fall into the ditch.
I have only one eye,--I have a right to be blind sometimes
. . . I really do not read more
I have only one eye,--I have a right to be blind sometimes
. . . I really do not see the signal!
O dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,
Irrecoverably dark! total eclipse,
Without all hope of day.
O dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,
Irrecoverably dark! total eclipse,
Without all hope of day.
Oh, say! what is that thing call'd light,
Which I must ne'er enjoy?
What are the blessings read more
Oh, say! what is that thing call'd light,
Which I must ne'er enjoy?
What are the blessings of the sight?
Oh, tell your poor blind boy!
He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
I pitied him in his blindness But can I boast, "I see?" Perhaps there walks a spirit Close by, who read more
I pitied him in his blindness But can I boast, "I see?" Perhaps there walks a spirit Close by, who pities me
