THOU greybeard, old Wisdom! may boast of thy treasures;
Give me with young Folly to live;
I grant thee thy calm-blooded, time-settled pleasures,
But Folly has raptures to give.
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All action is of the mind and the mirror of the mind is the face, its index the eyes.
by Josephine MilesTo this man, to his boned shoulders
Came the descent of pain.
All kinds,
Cruel, blind, dear, horrid, hallowed,
Rained, again, again.
To this small white blind boned face,
Wherever it ...