Author: Henry David Thoreau (---.spacegate.com.ua)
Date: 01-26-06 04:15
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I am an Anglo-Catholic in religion, a classicist in literature and a royalist in politics.
T. S. EliotTwentieth-century art may start with nothing, but it flourishes by virtue of its belief in itself, in the possibility of
control over what seems essentially uncontrollable, in the coherence of the inchoate, and in its ability to create its own
T. S. Eliot
Henry David Thoreau
Men talk about Bible miracles because there is no miracle in their lives.
Cease to gnaw that crust. There is ripe fruit over your head.
Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all,
Wherein I should your great deserts repay,
Forgot upon your dearest love to call,
Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day;
That I have frequent been with unknown minds,
And given to time your own dear-purchas\'d right;
That I have hoisted sail to all the winds
Which should transport me farthest from your sight.
Book both my wilfulness and errors down,
And on just proof surmise, accumulate;
Bring me within the level of your frown,
But shoot not at me in your waken\'d hate;
Since my appeal says I did strive to prove
The constancy and virtue of your love.