V noci jsem snil, že jsem motýlem

„V noci jsem snil, že jsem motýlem, a teď nevím, zda jsem člověkem, který snil, že je motýlem, nebo zda jsem motýlem, kterému se zdá, že je člověkem“

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13. Květen 2008

1829

Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,
Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?
How should he love thee?
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13. Květen 2008

1837

Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers,
Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take!
How many memories of what radiant hours
At sight of thee and thine at once awake!
How many scenes of what departed bliss!
How many thoughts of what entombed hopes!
How many visions of a maiden that ...
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13. Květen 2008

1827

Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.
 
Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness- for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are ...
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13. Květen 2008

1827

How often we forget all time, when lone
Admiring Nature's universal throne;
Her woods- her wilds- her mountains- the intense
Reply of HERS to OUR intelligence!
[BYRON, The Island.]

I

In ...
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13. Květen 2008

1827

Kind solace in a dying hour!
Such, father, is not (now) my theme-
I will not madly deem that power
Of Earth may shrive me of the sin
Unearthly pride hath revell'd in-
I have no time to dote or dream:
You call it hope- that fire of fire!
It is but agony of desire:
If I can hope- ...
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13. Květen 2008

1830

The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see
The wantonest singing birds,
Are lips- and all thy melody
Of lip-begotten words-
 
Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrined,
Then desolately fall,
O God!
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13. Květen 2008

1829

Not long ago, the writer of these lines,
In the mad pride of intellectuality,
Maintained "the power of words"- denied that ever
A thought arose within the human brain
Beyond the utterance of the human tongue:
And now, as if in mockery of that boast,
Two words- two foreign soft ...
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13. Květen 2008

1835

Beloved! amid the earnest woes
That crowd around my earthly path-
(Drear path, alas!
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13. Květen 2008

1835

Thou wouldst be loved?- then let thy heart
From its present pathway part not!
Being everything which now thou art,
Be nothing which thou art not.
So with the world thy gentle ways,
Thy grace, thy more than beauty,
Shall be an endless theme of praise,
And love- a simple duty.
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13. Květen 2008

1831

Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary, wayworn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
 
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me ...

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