Time to me this truth has taught.
('Tis a treasure worth revealing)
More offend from want of thought
Than from any want of feeling.
What a man thinks in his spirit in the world,
that he does after his departure from the world
when he becomes a spirit.
Though man a thinking being is denned,
Few use the grand prerogative of mind.
How few think justly of the thinking few!
How many never think, who think they do.
In matters of conscience that is the best sense
which every wise man takes in before he hath
sullied his understanding with the designs of
sophisters and interested persons.
Jeremy Taylor—Dvetor Dubilantium (Rule
of Conscience) Bk. I. Ch.l. Rule VI. (1660)
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| text = <poem>And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought,
Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.
| author = Tennyson
| work = InMemoriam. Pt. XXIII. St. 4.
Large elements in order brought,
And tracts of calm from tempest made,
And world-wide fluctuation sway'd,
In vassal tides that follow'd thought.
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| work = In Memoriam. CXII. St. 4.
Yet I doubt not thro' the ages one increasing
purpose runs,
And the thoughts of men are widened with the
process of the suns.
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| work = Locksley Hall. St. 69.
And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams
Call to the soul when man doth sleep,
So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted
themes,
And into glory peep.
Henry Vaughan—They are all gone into (he
World of Light. St. 7.
Lorsqu'une pensée est trop faible pour porter
une expression simple, c'est la marque pour la
rejeter.
When a thought is too weak to be expressed
simply, it is a proof that it should be rejected.
Vauvenargues—Reflexions. III.
Les grandes pensées viennent du coeur.
Great thoughts come from the heart.
Vauvenargues—Reflexions. CXXYII.
His high-erected thoughts look'd down upon
The smiling valley of his fruitful heart.
Daniel Webster—A Monumental Column.
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| text = <poem>But hushed be every thought that springs
From out the bitterness of things.
Wordsworth—Elegiac Stanzas. Addressed to
Sir G. H. B.
Yet, sometimes, when the secret cup
Of still and serious thought went round,
It seemed as if he drank it up,
He felt with spirit so profound.
Wordsworth—Matthew.
Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth
proof
That they were born for immortality.
Wordsworth—Sonnet. On King's College
Chapel, Cambridge.
Knocks at our hearts, and finds our thoughts
at home.
Young—Love of Fame. Satire I. L. 99.
THRUSH
Across the noisy street
I hear him careless throw
One warning utterance sweet;
Then faint at first, and low,
The full notes closer grow;
Hark, what a torrent gush!
They pour, they overflow—
Sing on, sing on, O thrush!
Austin Dobson—Ballad of the Thrush.
thrush, your song is passing sweet,
But never a song that you have sung
Is half so sweet as thrushes sang
When my dear love and I were young.
Wm. Morris—Other Days.
In the gloamin' o' the wood
The throssil whusslit sweet.
Wm. Motherwelii—Jeanie Morrison.
said to the brown, brown thrush:
"Hush—hush!
Through the wood's full strains I hear
Thy monotone deep and clear,
Like a sound amid sounds most fine."
D. M. Mulock—A Rhyme About Birds.
The throstle with his note so true,
The wren with little quill.
Midsummer Night's Dream. Act III. Sc. 1.
L. 130.
Sing, sweet thrushes, forth and sing!
Meet the moon upon the lea;
Are the emeralds of the spring
On the angler's trysting-tree?
Tell, sweet thrushes, tell to me,
Are there buds on our willow-tree?
Buds and birds on our trysting-tree?
Thomas Tod Stoddart—The Angler's Trysting-Tree.
Hush!
With sudden gush
As from a fountain sings in yonder bush
The Hermit Thrush.
John Bannister Tabb—Overflow.
When rosy plumelets tuft the larch,
And rarely pipes the mounted thrush.
| author = Tennyson
| work = In Memoriam. Pt. XCI.
