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The Lord on high is mightier than the noise of many waters, yea,
than the mighty waves of the read more
The Lord on high is mightier than the noise of many waters, yea,
than the mighty waves of the sea.
"How does the Water
Come down at Lodore?"
"How does the Water
Come down at Lodore?"
The world turns softly
Not to spill its lakes and rivers,
The water is held in its read more
The world turns softly
Not to spill its lakes and rivers,
The water is held in its arms
And the sky is held in the water.
What is water,
That pours silver,
And can hold the sky?
What, man! more water glideth by the mill
That wots the miller of; and easy it is
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What, man! more water glideth by the mill
That wots the miller of; and easy it is
Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know:
Though Bassianus be the emperor's brother,
Better then he have worn Vulcan's badge.
O Lord! methought what pain it was to drown!
What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears!
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O Lord! methought what pain it was to drown!
What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears!
What sights of ugly death within mine eyes!
Methoughts I saw a thousand fearful wracks;
A thousand men that fishes gnawed upon;
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,
All scatt'red in the bottom of the sea:
Some lay in dead men's skulls, and in the holes
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept
(As 'twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems,
That wooed the slimy bottom of the deep
And mocked the dead bones that lay scatt'red by.
Nothing in the world is more flexible and yielding than water. Yet when it attacks the firm and the strong, read more
Nothing in the world is more flexible and yielding than water. Yet when it attacks the firm and the strong, none can withstand it, because they have no way to change it. So the flexible overcome the adamant, the yielding overcome the forceful. Everyone knows this, but no one can do it.
I'm very fond of water:
It ever must delight
Each mother's son and daughter,--
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I'm very fond of water:
It ever must delight
Each mother's son and daughter,--
When qualified aright.
'Tis a little thing
To give a cup of water; yet its draught
Of cool refreshment, drain'd read more
'Tis a little thing
To give a cup of water; yet its draught
Of cool refreshment, drain'd by fever'd lips,
May give a shock of pleasure to the frame
More exquisite than when nectarean juice
Renews the life of joy in happiest hours.
