Yet stab at thee who will,
No stab the soul can kill!
—’Tis my soul
That I thus hold erect as if with stays,
And decked with daring deeds instead of ribbons,
Twirling my wit as it were my moustache,
The while I pass among the crowd, I make
Bold truths ring out like spurs.
Animus hoc habet argumentum divinitatis suae, quod ilium divina delectant.
The soul has this proof of its divinity: that divine things delight it.
Man who man would be ,
Must rule the empire of himself.
Shelley—Sonnet on Political Greatness.
| seealso = (See also Henley)
Within this wall of flesh
There is a soul counts thee her creditor.
King John. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 20.
Thy soul's flight,
If it find heaven, must find it out to-night.
Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 141.
Think'st thou I'll endanger my soul gratis?
Merry Wives of Windsor. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 14.
Whate'er of earth is form'd, to earth returns,
- * * The soul
Of man alone, that particle divine,
Escapes the wreck of worlds, when all things fail.
W. C. Somerville—The Chase. Bk. IV. L. 1.
For of the soule the bodie forme doth take;
For soule is forme and doth the bodie make.
Spenser—An Hymn in Honour of Beauty. L.
132.
The soul is a fire that darts its rays through all the senses; it is in this fire that existence consists; all the observations and all the efforts of philosophers ought to turn towards this Me, the centre and moving power of our sentiments and our ideas.
Madame de Staël—Germany. Pt. III. Ch. II. </poem>
My soul is a dark ploughed field
In the cold rain;
My soul is a broken field
Ploughed by pain.
Saba Teasdale—The Broken Field.
But this main-miracle that thou art thou,
With power on thine own act and on the world.
* * * But while
I breathe Heaven's air, and Heaven looks down
on me,
And smiles at my best meanings, I remain
Mistress of mine own self and mine own soul.
| author = Tennyson
| work = The Foresters. Act IV. Sc. 1.
| seealso = (See also Henley)
| topic = Soul
| page = 739
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| text = <poem>What profits now to understand
The merits of a spotless shirt—
A dapper boot—a little hand—
If half the little soul is dirt.
| author = Tennyson
| work = The New Timon and the Poets.
Appeared in Punch, Feb. 28, 1846. Signed
ALCfflrADES. Answer to attack made by
BtTLWER-LYTTON in The New Timon when
Tennyson received a pension.
Her soul from earth to Heaven lies,
Like the ladder of the vision,
Wheron go
To and fro,
In ascension and demission,
Star-flecked feet of Paradise.
Francis Thompson—Scah, Jacobi Portaque
Eburnea. St. 1.
What then do you call your soul? What idea
have you of it? You cannot of yourselves, without revelation, admit the existence within you of
anything but a power unknown to you of feeling
and thinking.
Voltaire—A Philosophical Dictionary. Soul.
And keeps that palace of the soul serene.
Edmund Waller—Of Tea. L. 9.
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| topic = Soul
| page = 739
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{{Hoyt quote
| num = 15
| text = Were I so tall to reach the pole,
Or grasp the ocean with my span,
I must be measur'd by my soul:
The mind's the standard of the man.
Watts—False Greatness. Harm Lyricce. Bk.
II.
| seealso = (See also Henley, also Ovid, Seneca under Mind, Burns under Man)
| topic = Soul
| page = 739
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{{Hoyt quote
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| text = <poem>My soul is all an aching void.
Charles Wesley—Hymn.
| seealso = (See also Cowper)
| topic = Soul
| page = 739
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| text = <poem>A charge to keep I have,
A God to glorify:
A never-dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky.
Charles Wesley—Hymns. 318.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease, observing a spear of
summer grass.
Walt Whitman—Song of Myself.
But who would force the Soul, tilts with a straw
Against a Champion cased in adamant.
Wordsworth—Ecclesiastical Sonnets. Pt. III.
VII. Persecution of the Scottish Covenanters.
For the Gods approve
The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.
Wordsworth—Laodamia.
