Most wretched men
Are cradled into poetry by wrong:
They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way,
Tormenting himself with his prickles.
Fear not, then, thou child infirm;
There's no god dare wrong a worm.
His heart was as great as the world, but there was no room in it to hold the memory of a wrong.
Mr. Kremlin was distinguished for ignorance; for he had only one idea, and that was wrong.
The hope of all who suffer,
The dread of all who wrong.
Yet sometimes glimpses on my sight,
Through present wrong the eternal right;
And, step by step, since time began,
I see the steady gain of man;
Sweeter than any sung
My songs that found no tongue;
Nobler than any fact
My wish that failed of act.
Others shall sing the song,
Others shall right the wrong,--
Finish what I begin,
And all I fail of win.
The beautiful seems right
By force of Beauty, and the feeble wrong
Because of weakness.
Live pure, speak true, right wrong, follow the King--
Else, wherefore born?
To do him any wrong was to beget
A kindness from him, for his heart was rich--
Of such fine mould that if you sowed therein
The seed of Hate, it blossomed Charity.
To be engaged in opposing wrong affords, under the conditions of our mental constitution, but a slender guarantee for being right.
I trust in Nature for the stable laws
Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant
And Autumn garner to the end of time.
I trust in God,--the right shall be the right
And other than the wrong, while he endures.
I trust in my own soul, that can perceive
The outward and the inward,--Nature's good
And God's.
How he lies in his rights of a man!
Death has done all death can.
And absorbed in the new life he leads,
He recks not, he heeds
Nor his wrong nor my vengeance; both strike
On his senses alike,
And are lost in the solemn and strange
Surprise of the change.
In the great right of an excessive wrong.
Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne.
The one thet fust gits mad's 'most ollers wrong.
Alas! how easily things go wrong!
A sigh too deep or a kiss too long,
And then comes a mist and a weeping rain,
And life is never the same again.
The fact disclosed by a survey of the past that majorities have been wrong must not blind us to the complementary fact that majorities have usually not been entirely wrong.
The passionate love of Right, the burning hate of Wrong.
Is life worth living? Yes, so long
As there is wrong to right.
The wrong way always seems the more reasonable.
I would mould a world of fire and dew
With no one bitter, grave, or over wise,
And nothing marred or old to do you wrong.
? John Bartlett, compHer reasoning is full of tricks
And butterfly suggestions,
I know no point to which she sticks;
She begs the simplest questions,
And, when her premises are strong
She always draws her inference wrong.
Of right and wrong he taught
Truths as refined as ever Athens heard;
And (strange to tell!) he practised what he preached.