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Tag Name "Thou" (1466)

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Thou Moon! Sun of the Night, Sister mystic of the Day Look down, pause in thy flight! Calm me with thy aural ray, Enchanting souls to silver sleep. Look down from out thy airy keep, My fevered senses hypnotize Shut out the World, whereto Mind flies-- Ambitious Mind, with travail sore Its fibre rest, its calm restore.
William Batchelder Greene
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The Sick Rose O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.
William Blake
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How loved, how honored once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot A heap of dust alone remains of thee 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Alexander Pope
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Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.
Alexander Pope
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All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see All discord, harmony not understood All partial evil, universal good.
Alexander Pope
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When thou seest an eagle, thou seest a portion of genius lift up thy head!
William Blake
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The vision of Christ that thou dost see is my vision's greatest enemy . Both read the Bible day and night, but thou read'st black where I read white. His seventy disciples sent against religion and government .
William Blake
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'Come hither, my boy, tell me what thou seest there?' 'A fool tangled in a religious snare.'
William Blake
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Does the Eagle know what is in the pit Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod, Or Love in a golden bowl?
William Blake
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Ah, passing few are they who speak, Wild, stormy month! in praise of thee Yet though thy winds are loud and bleak, Thou art a welcome month to me. For thou, to northern lands, again The glad and glorious sun dost bring, And thou hast joined the gentle train And wear'st the gentle name of Spring.
William C. Bryant
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The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favourite phantom yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come, And make their bed with thee.
William C. Bryant
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Be thou a bright flame before me, Be thou a guiding star above me, Be thou a smooth path below me, Today, tonight and forever.
Alexander Carmichael
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How shall I speak thee, or thy power address Thou God of our idolatry, the Press. . . . . Like Eden's dead probationary tree, Knowledge of good and evil is from thee.
William Cowper
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Hast thou not learnd what thou art often told, A truth still sacred, and believed of old, That no success attends on spears and swords Unblest, and that the battle is the Lords?
William Cowper
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And hast thou sworn on every slight pretence, Till perjuries are common as bad pence, While thousands, careless of the damning sin, Kiss the book's outside, who ne'er look'd within?
William Cowper
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Poor England! thou art a devoted deer, Beset with every ill but that of fear. The nations hunt all mock thee for a prey They swarm around thee, and thou stand'st at bay.
William Cowper
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But, oh, Thou bounteous Giver of all good, Thou art, of all Thy gifts, Thyself thy crown!
William Cowper
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Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unseen, a kiss Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.
William Cowper
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Why art thou but a nest of gloom While the bobolinks are singing?
William Dean Howells
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London, thou art the flower of cities all! Gemme of all joy, jasper of jocunditie.
William Dunbar
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If there was anything at all in the Book, anything of hope and peace for His blind and bewildered spawn which He had chosen above all others to offer immortality, THOU SHALT NOT KILL must be it.
William Faulkner
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Let thy hope of heaven master thy fear of death. Why shouldst thou be afraid to die, who hopest to live by dying!
William Gurnall
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There is no grace: there is no guilt: This is the Law: DO WHAT THOU WILT!
Aleister Crowley
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If thou beest ever so exact in thy morals, and not a worshiper of God, then thou art an atheist.
William Gurnall
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