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In yonder pensile orb, and every sphere
That gems the starry girdle of the year.
In yonder pensile orb, and every sphere
That gems the starry girdle of the year.
My gran'ther's rule was safer 'n 't is to crow:
Don't never prophesy--onless ye know.
My gran'ther's rule was safer 'n 't is to crow:
Don't never prophesy--onless ye know.
The number is certainly the cause. The apparent disorder
augments the grandeur, for the appearance of care is highly read more
The number is certainly the cause. The apparent disorder
augments the grandeur, for the appearance of care is highly
contrary to our ideas of magnificence. Besides, the stars lie in
such apparent confusion, as makes it impossible on ordinary
occasion to reckon them. This gives them the advantage of a sort
of infinity.
And they were offended in him. But Jesus said unto them, A
prophet is not without honour, save in read more
And they were offended in him. But Jesus said unto them, A
prophet is not without honour, save in his own country, and in
his own house.
No one sees what is before his feet: we all gaze at the stars.
[Lat., Quod est ante pedes read more
No one sees what is before his feet: we all gaze at the stars.
[Lat., Quod est ante pedes nemo spectat: coeli scrutantur
plagas.]
The sad and solemn night
Hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires;
The glorious host of light
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The sad and solemn night
Hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires;
The glorious host of light
Walk the dark hemisphere till she retires;
All through her silent watches, gliding slow,
Her constellations come, and climb the heavens, and go.
The best way to predict the future is to invent it.
The best way to predict the future is to invent it.
Whilst twilight's curtain spreading far
Was pinned with a single star.
Whilst twilight's curtain spreading far
Was pinned with a single star.
Prophet of evil! never hadst thou yet
A cheerful word for me. To mark the signs
Of read more
Prophet of evil! never hadst thou yet
A cheerful word for me. To mark the signs
Of coming mischief is thy great delight,
Good dost thou ne'er foretell nor bring to pass.