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BOOK REVIEW

BOOK REVIEW

POETRY

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THE ODE OF THE NIGHTENGALE

PROVERB

A wise man makes his own decisions, an ignorant man follows the public opinion.
– Chinese PROVERB

POETRY

O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
Through the clear windows of the morning, turn
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!
The hills tell one another, and the listening
Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turn’d
Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth
And let thy holy feet visit our clime!
Come o’er the eastern hills, and let our winds
Kiss thy perfumèd garments; let us taste
Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls
Upon our lovesick land that mourns for thee.
O deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour
Thy soft kisses on her bosom; and put
Thy golden crown upon her languish’d head,
Whose modest tresses are bound up for thee.

KEATING

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

‘Tis a common proof, that lowliness is Edward Young ambition’s ladder, where to the climber upwards turns his face; but when he once attains the utmost round, he then unto the ladder turns his back, looks into the clouds scorning the base degrees by which he did ascend.
– William Shakespeare

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

O, he sits high in all the people’s hearts; And that which would appear offence in us, His countenance, like richest alchemy, Will change to virtue and to worthiness.
– William Shakespeare

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Ambition’s like a circle on the water, which never ceases to enlarge itself, ’till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
– William SHAKESPEARE

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason; how infinite in faculties; in form and moving, how express and admirable! In action, how like an angel; in apprenhension, how like a god; the beauty of the world the paragon of animals! And yet to me what is this quintessence of dust?
– William Shakespeare

MARK TWAIN

There has never been an intelligent person of the age of sixty who would consent to live his life over again. His or anyone else
– Mark Twain

HAPPINESS

BROKEN SOUL