Author: Henry David Thoreau (---.proxycache.rima-tde.net)
Date: 01-12-06 05:57
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Beauty is a primeval phenomenen, which itself never makes its appearance, but the reflection of which is
visible in a thousand different utterances of the creative mind, and is as various as nature itself. -Goethe, April 18,
1827When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind. -John Dryden, 1700
Alack! what poverty my Muse brings forth,
That having such a scope to show her pride,
The argument, all bare, is of more worth
Than when it hath my added praise beside!
O! blame me not, if I no more can write!
Look in your glass, and there appears a face
That over-goes my blunt invention quite,
Dulling my lines, and doing me disgrace.
Were it not sinful then, striving to mend,
To mar the subject that before was well?
For to no other pass my verses tend
Than of your graces and your gifts to tell;
And more, much more, than in my verse can sit,
Your own glass shows you when you look in it.
If you aren\'t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
T. S. Eliot