We must distinguish between speaking to deceive and being silent to be reserved.
Choice word and measured phrase, above the reach
Of ordinary men.
Where nature's end of language is declined,
And men talk only to conceal the mind.
SPICE
Umbellularia Californica
The Spice-Tree lives in the garden green,
Beside it the fountain flows;
And a fair Bird sits the boughs between,
And sings his melodious woes.
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That out-bound stem has branches three;
On each a thousand blossoms grow;
And old as aught of time can be,
The root stands fast in the rocks below.
SPIDER
I've lately had two spiders
Crawling upon my startled hopes—
Now though thy friendly hand has brushed 'em from me,
Yet still they crawl offensive to mine eyes:
I would have some kind friend to tread upon 'em.
Much like a subtle spider, which doth sit
In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide:
If aught do touch the utmost thread of it,
She feels it instantly on every side.
Or (almost) like a Spider, who, confin'd
In her Web's centre, shakt with every winde,
Moves in an instant, if the buzzing Flie
Stir but a string of her Lawn Canopie.
"Will you walk into my parlour?"
Said a spider to a fly;
" 'Tis the prettiest little parlour
That ever you did spy."
The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine!
Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.
SPIRIT; SPIRITS
(See also Apparitions)
Why, a spirit is such a little, little thing, that
I have heard a man, who was a great scholar,
say that he'll dance ye a hornpipe upon the
point of a needle.
Not of the letter, but of the spirit ; for the letter
killeth, but the spirit giveth life.
Some who are far from atheists, may make
themselves merry with that conceit of thousands
of spirits dancing at once upon a needle's point.
A Corpse or a Ghost—... I'd sooner be
one or t'other, square and fair, than a Ghost in a
Corpse, which is my feelins at present.
I am the spirit of the morning sea,
I am the awakening and the glad surprise.
I am the Spirit that denies.
Aerial spirits, by great Jove design'd
To be on earth the guardians of mankind:
Invisible to mortal eyes they go,
And mark our actions, good or bad, below:
The immortal spies with watchful care preside,
And thrice ten thousand round their charges
glide:
They can reward with glory or with gold,
A power they by Divine permission hold.
Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth
Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep.
A spirit superior to every weapon.
