Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not love, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge;… Faith, Hope and Love
Descend, prophetic Spirit! that inspir’st The human Soul of universal earth, Dreaming on things to come; and dost possess A metropolitan temple in the hearts Of mighty Poets; upon me bestow A gift of genuine insight; that my Song With… Descent of Spirit
As a lamp in a windless spot does not flicker, so is the man of subdued thought who practices union in the Self. When the mind is disciplined and becomes still, and when the Self is self-perceived with inward delight,… Inward Delight
The mind is one, and the best minds, who love truth for its own sake, think much less of property in truth. They accept it thankfully everywhere, and do not label or stamp it with any man’s name, for it… Jove Behind Each of Us
I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!) . . . Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself. . . . This day before dawn I ascended a hill… A Perpetual Journey
To make our body of senses and limbs the stately mansion which puts forth the majesty and tenderness of Mother Earth; to make our emotions start from the spring of Love, glide forth in the river of gentleness and empty… The Nachiketas Fire
We shall not cease from explorationAnd the end of all our exploringWill be to arrive where we startedAnd know the place for the first time.Through the unknown, remembered gateWhen the last of earth left to discoverIs that which was the… The Crowned Knot of Fire
Let not soft slumber close your eyes, Before you’ve collected thrice The train of action through the day! Where have my feet chose out their way? What have I learnt, where’er I’ve been, From all I’ve heard, from all I’ve… Recollect Thrice
Seeks they spirit to be gifted With a deathless life? Let it seek to be uplifted O’er earth’s storm and strife. Spurns its joys—its ties dissever; Hopes and fears divest; Thus aspire to live forever— Be forever blest! Faith and… Beyond Strife
When the breath of twilight blows to flame the misty skies, All its vaporous sapphire, violet glow and silver gleam, With their magic flood me through the gateway of the eyes; I am one with the twilight’s dream. When the… The Vasty Quietude
It is the secret of the world that all things subsist and do not die, but only retire a little from sight and afterwards return again. Nothing is dead; men feign themselves dead, and endure mock funerals and mournful obituaries,… All Return Again
When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended, To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on. What cannot be preserved when… Mourning in Vain