O my own, my beautiful, my blue-eyed!
To be young once more and bite my thumb
At the world and all its cares with you, I'd
Give no inconsiderable sum.
The world is filled with folly and sin,
And Love must cling, where it can, I say:
For Beauty is easy enough to win;
But one is n't loved every day.
Let any man show the world that he feels
Afraid of its bark and 't will fly at his heels:
Let him fearlessly face it, 't will leave him alone:
But 't will fawn at his feet if he flings it a bone.
The world is a nettle; disturb it, it stings.
Grasp it firmly, it stings not.
The world still needs
Its champion as of old, and finds him still.
His eyes
All radiant with glad surprise,
Looked forward through the Centuries
And saw the seeds which sages cast
In the world's soil in cycles past
Spring up and blossom at the last;
Saw how the souls of men had grown,
And where the scythes of Truth had mown
Clear space for Liberty's white throne;
Saw how, by sorrow tried and proved,
The blackening stains had been removed
Forever from the land he loved;
Saw Treason crushed and Freedom crowned,
And clamorous Faction, gagged and bound,
Gasping its life out on the ground.
A world made to be lost,--
A bitter life 'twixt pain and nothing tost.
Life comes before literature, as the material always comes before the work. The hills are full of marble before the world blooms with statues.
The three eldest children of Necessity: God, the World and love.
Were Love exempt from the militations of Necessity, he were greater than God and the World.
Ah, happy world, where all things live
Creatures of one great law, indeed;
Bound by strong roots, the splendid flower,--
Swept by great seas, the drifting seed!
London is the clearing-house of the world.
When will the dead world cease to dream,
When will the morning break?
The sweetest flowers in all the world--
A baby's hands.
We live, but a world has passed away
With the years that perished to make us men.
I say the world is lovely
And that loveliness is enough.
We are the music-makers,
We are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;--
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
We are the movers and shakers
Of the world forever it seems.
The world is large when weary leagues two loving hearts divide
But the world is small when your enemy is loose on the other side.
Not from the whole wide world I chose thee,
Sweetheart, light of the land and the sea!
The wide, wide world could not inclose thee,
For thou art the whole wide world to me.
I live on hope and that I think do all
Who come into this world.
It is absurd to suppose, if this is God's world, that men must always be selfish barbarians.
Democracy is on trial in the world, on a more colossal scale than ever before.
It is a world of startling possibilities.
The world is so full of a number of things,
I 'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.
? John Bartlett, compThe Night has a thousand eyes,
And the Day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.