I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.

Quote by Edward Fitzgerald

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Taste is the feminine of genius.

Taste is the feminine of genius.

And much as Wine has played the Infidel, And robbed me of my Robe of...

And much as Wine has played the Infidel, And robbed me of my Robe of...

Strange, is it not? That of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of...

Strange, is it not? That of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of...

I am all for the short and merry life.

I am all for the short and merry life.

I come like Water, and like Wind I go.

I come like Water, and like Wind I go.

I came like Water, and like Wind I go.

I came like Water, and like Wind I go.

If you can prove to me that one miracle took place, I will believe he...

If you can prove to me that one miracle took place, I will believe he...