Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear, Each secret fishy hope or fear. Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond; But is there anything Beyond? This life cannot be All, they swear, For how unpleasant, if it were! One may not doubt that, somehow, Good Shall come of Water and of Mud; And, sure, the reverent eye must see A Purpose in Liquidity.
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Spend in pure converse our eternal day; Think each in each, immediately wise; Learn all we lacked before; hear, know, and say What this tumultuous body now denies; And feel, who have laid our groping hands away; And see, no longer blinded by our eyes.
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The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.
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I shall desire and I shall find The best of my desires; The autumn road, the mellow wind That soothes the darkening shires. And laughter, and inn-fires.
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Mud unto mud!—Death eddies near— Not here the appointed End, not here!...
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Just now the lilac is in bloom, All before my little room; And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the carnation and the pink...
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If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam, A body of England's, breathing English air, Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home. And think, this heart, all evil shed away, A pulse in the eternal mind, no less Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given; Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day; And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness, In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
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He leaves a white Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance, A width, a shining peace, under the night.
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Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?
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But somewhere, beyond Space and Time, Is wetter water, slimier slime! And there (they trust) there swimmeth One Who swam ere rivers were begun, Immense, of fishy form and mind, Squamous, omnipotent, and kind.
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A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.
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The buck stops with the guy who signs the checks.
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But somewhere, beyond Space and Time, is wetter water, slimier slime! And there (they trust) there swimmeth one who swam ere rivers were begun, immense of fishy form and mind, squamous omnipotent, and kind.
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A book may be compared to your neighbor; if it be good, it cannot last too long; if bad, you cannot get rid of it too early.
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Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.
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Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you.
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But only agony, and that has ending; And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.
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But the best I've known Stays here, and changes, breaks, grows old, is blown...
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To my knowledge, there's never been a duo of a brash American and a polite Brit and it's kind of an interesting dynamic for a comedy team, ... I think Colin and Kevin could always fall back on that if they have to.
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I was proud to call Dr Rupert a friend. He was always a wonderful source of support and kindness.
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Women's intuition is the result of millions of years of not thinking.
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