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Ah, whither shall a maiden flee, When a bold youth so swift pursues, And siege of tenderest courtesy, With hope perseverant, still renews!
Coventry Patmore
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Coventry Patmore
Age: 73 †
Born: 1823
Born: July 23
Died: 1896
Died: November 26
Literary Critic
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Redbridge
Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
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Books are influential in proportion to their obscurity, provided that the obscurity be that of inexpressible Realities. The Bible is the most obscure book in the world. He must be a great fool who thinks he understands the plainest chapter of it.
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The woman is the man's glory, and she naturally delights in the praises which are assurances that she is fulfilling her function and she gives herself to him who succeeds in convincing her that she, of all others, is best able to discharge it for him. A woman without this kind of vanity is a monster.
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The promises of God are samples of what is promised as a handful of wheat is of the barn.
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Let me love Thee so that the honour, riches, and pleasures of the world may seem unworthy even of hatred - may not even be encumbrances.
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The midge's wing beats to and fro A thousand times ere one can utter O.
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They who ask for no sign shall have many.
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Life is not life at all without delight.
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It is one thing to be blind, and another to be in darkness.
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Love wakes men, once a lifetime each They lift their heavy lids, and look And, lo, what one sweet page can teach They read with joy, then shut the book.
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O, Heart, remember thee That Man is none, Save One.
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Every evil is some good spelt backwards, and in it the wise know how to read Wisdom.
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Then sleep the seasons, full of might While slowly swells the pod, And rounds the peach, and in the night The mushroom bursts the sod. The winter comes: the frozen rut Is bound with silver bars the white drift heaps against the hut and night is pierced with stars.
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A saint is a person who does almost everything any other decent person does, only somewhat better and with a totally different motive.
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To have noughtIs to have all things without care or thought!
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If we may credit certain hints contained in the lives of the saints, love raises the spirit above the sphere of reverence and worship into one of laughter and dalliance: a sphere in which the soul says: 'Shall I, a gnat which dances in Thy ray, Dare to be reverent?'
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The Spirit of man is like a kite, which rises by means of those very forces which seem to oppose its rise the tie that joins it to the earth, the opposing winds of temptation, and the weight of earth-born affections which it carries with it into the sky.
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A woman is a foreign land.
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Creation differs from subsistence only as the first leap of a fountain differs from its continuance.
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Uncommon things must be said in common words.
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The ardour chills us which we do not share.
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