bits and pieces, everywhere

just a few quotes that i feel are worthy of blogspace:

from Arthur Hugh Clough's satirical Second Decalogue:
Thou shalt not kill; but need not strive
Officiously to keep alive

and from William Blake (old one, this):

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.

By Ernest Dowson:

I called for madder music and for stronger wine.
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire
There falls thy shadow, Cynara, the night is thine.
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yeah, hungry for the lips of my desire.
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara, in my fashion.