Born in December 18, 1859 / Died in November 13, 1907 / United Kingdom / English
Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others pain And perish in our own.
An atheist is a man who believes himself an accident.
For we are born in other's pain, and perish in our own.
Look for me in the nurseries of Heaven.
All things by immortal power. Near of far, to each other linked are, that thou canst not stir a flower without troubling of a star.
The chambers in the house of dreams Are fed with so divine an air, That Time's hoary wings grow young therein, And they who walk there are most fair.
The devil doesn't know how to sing, only how to howl.
And left the flushed print in a poppy there.
All's vast that vastness means. Nay, I affirm Nature is whole in her least things exprest,...
She went her unremembering way, She went and left in me The pang of all the partings gone, And partings yet to be.
In attempts to improve your character, know what is in your power and what is beyond it.
Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan, For we are born in other's pain, And perish in our own.
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