“Men, when enthrall’d by the puissant tide of their own affections, are oft but humble clay, unshapen and earthbound; yet they who stand apart and behold such passions with contemplative eye are transmuted into poets. For thus it hath ever seem’d to me that the most guiding and heaven-breathed literature of the world descendeth unto us not in common speech, but array’d in the measured raiment of verse.”
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The mystery of life, the mystery of love, the mystery of creation -- what keeps me coming back to God, enthralled with God, is His endearing, never ending mystery. One experiences first-hand through Christ.
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True valour blooms not in grand display, but roots in deeds, where honesty holds sway, Like mighty oak, standing firm and tall, A brave soul's essence, in echoes, shall enthral
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Life is a blend of catch and fall..An enthralling adventure for one and all .-Suyasha
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