It is dangerous for mortal beauty, or terrestrial virtue, to be examined by too strong a light. The torch of Truth shows much that we cannot, and all that we would not, see.
quote by Samuel Johnson
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Written In Aid Of The Leicester Lunatic Asylum.
Light ye the torch,--
The torch that hath expired;
The light with which was fired
Chamber and hall and porch:
But now the house is dark,
Its inmates rove in vain,
There shines but a bewildering spark:
Light ye the torch again!
Light ye the torch,--
It was a sacred flame,
From God in heaven it came:
All nature ye may search
To find a fire so bright,
And ye shall search in vain:
But quenched is all its glorious light:--
Light ye the torch again!
Light ye the torch,--
The ruthless winds have blown
Its tresses up and down,
Till it did scare and scorch,
Not bless: but one fell blast
Swept howling o'er the plain,
And left all darkness as it past;--
Light ye the torch again!
Light ye the torch,--
And ye shall blessed be:
Till many a bended knee
In chamber and in church
Shall serve ye: merciful,
Mercy ye shall obtain:
Your cup of glory shall be full:--
Light ye the torch again!
poem by Henry Alford
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What has not been examined impartially has not been well examined. Skepticism is therefore the first step toward truth.
quote by Denis Diderot
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Sonnet XXV: The Wisest Scholar
The wisest scholar of the wight most wise
By Phoebus' doom, with sugar'd sentence says,
That Virtue, if it once met with our eyes,
Strange flames of love it in our souls would raise;
But for that man with pain his truth descries,
Whiles he each thing in sense's balance weighs,
And so nor will, nor can behold those skies
Which inward sun to heroic mind displays,
Virtue of late with virtuous care to stir
Love of herself, took Stella's shape, that she
To mortal eyes might sweetly shine in her.
It is most true, for since I her did see,
Virtue's great beauty in that face I prove,
And find th'effect, for I do burn in love.
poem by Philip Sidney
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Hermes
Soothsay. Behold, with rod twy-serpented,
Hermes the prophet, twining in one power
The woman with the man. Upon his head
The cloudy cap, wherewith he hath in dower
The cloud's own virtue--change and counterchange,
To show in light, and to withdraw in pall,
As mortal eyes best bear. His lineage strange
From Zeus, Truth's sire, and maiden May--the all-
Illusive Nature. His fledged feet declare
That 'tis the nether self transdeified,
And the thrice-furnaced passions, which do bear
The poet Olympusward. In him allied
Both parents clasp; and from the womb of Nature
Stern Truth takes flesh in shows of lovely feature.
poem by Francis Thompson
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Dangerous To Know
some secrets need to be kept
some stories should never be told
some reasons shouldnt be understood
they just might turn your blood cold
who need all the answers
who takes all the chances
who said the truth is gonna save you?
when the truth could be dangerous
like the way i feel
its alright to steal
what i need from you
do what i have to do
say what i have to say
go where i have to go
and thats dangerous, dangerous to know
know
know
know
i was a law unto myself
when you find out on my own(out on my own)
together nothing was sacred
together we were alone(we were alone)
who needs all the questions
who lost their direction
who said a lie's gonna break you
when a lie could be dangerous
like the way i feel
its alright to steal
what i need from you
do what i have to do
say what i have to say
go where i have to go
and thats dangerous, dangerous to know
ignorance is bliss
your safe when you resist
theres no safety in a kiss like this
its dangerous...so kiss..........me
kiss...me....
like the way i feel
its alright to steal
what i need from you
do what i have to do
say what i have to say
go where i have to go
and thats dangerous, dangerous
like the way i feel
its alright to steal
what i need from you
do what i have to do
say what i have to say
go where i have to go
and thats dangerous, dangerous to know
know
know
know
some secrets need to be kept
song performed by by Hilary Duff
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The Torch of Freedom
we light the torch of freedom
when we put a name
to every face
a hand in every hand,
a cup and a bowl
before every hungry soul
we light the torch of freedom
when we restore dignity
in our every action
when we take responsibility
for every thought,
every word,
every deed.
we light the torch of freedom
when we give more than
we can afford to.
give unconditionally,
give without remorse!
we light the torch of freedom
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Remember how in that communion only, beholding beauty with the eye of the mind, he will be enabled to bring forth, not images of beauty, but realities (for he has hold not of an image but of a reality), and bringing forth and nourishing true virtue to become the friend of God and be immortal, if mortal man may.N.B. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. See also Napoleon Bonaparte.
The Essence of Love I
The youth isn’t timeless,
The beauty is certainly exhausted at the significant time,
The light of the passionate eyes
Will certainly fade away;
Than for which I do proud for love.
O the blind lover,
Learn the truth,
And learn the love.
The love doesn’t concern with moralistic qualities.
The love comes from heaven
And love is cherished, nourished, and fulfilled by heaven;
And this love meets its ends in heaven,
The ultimate happiness of human mortal souls.
When the eyes fell in the passionate glimpses of eyes,
Those eyes find the heaven on it,
Not the mortal beauty of glimpsing.
As the beauty attracts
Nor for the mortal one
But for the heaven which can be found in the soul.
This is love which confines in truth,
The truth of heaven
And the truth of immortality.
All will be decayed by time but love will exist,
All will be vanished by time but love will exist,
All will be exhausted by time but love will exist.
Love, love and only love
And the soul which deserves love
Gets the immortality
And never perishes by time.
This is the fact
The fact of life
And the fact of love.
It is the truth of love,
It is the secret of love,
And it is the worth of love.
As thy soul love,
Learn the haven will come
To make the mingle of heart,
The mingle which creates heaven
Is the sanctified love.
The Heaven is here in the love of heart
The surround in the earthen earth
Where love does prevail
Heaven is firmly perceived there.
poem by Md. Moniruzzaman
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Philosophy Of Beauty And The Beautiful
Simplicity is beauty,
Purity, divinity;
The virtue of quality
Excels that of quantity.
Beauty that pleases the sense is good,
Beauty and vitue are good,
Seek for things simple but noble,
Virtue alone can ennoble.
True beauty is simply graceful,
The graceful are beautiful,
There's beauty that's deceitful,
Nature itself is beautiful,
Beauty is perfection of form,
Virtue and good sense conforms,
Beautiful things may deform,
But virtue act in good form.
poem by Merlin Archivilla
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Grand is Love Of Grand Truth!
Love is seed of grand love,
Love Grows into Truth,
When grows to love of Truth,
Opens its infinite number of petals,
Love maketh one look all different,
Love bringeth beauty to one's life,
The purpose of life fulfilled with love of Truth!
May it be thine garden plants,
May it be thine pets,
May they are own kiths and kins,
Love showered not goes into Vain,
Though love is showered on beauty,
Nature's beauty or natural one,
all found in and end in pain!
The flow of natural feelings,
Love when found in other heart,
Thine heart leaps, that leaps beyond what they call reality,
Reality is different,
Love takes from falsehood to grand Truth,
It is From mortal to immortal,
Darkness to the light
Infinitesimal to infinite!
But Love of Truth that painful Labour always,
It delivers beauty sense,
That greatest feeling -
Relieves from all pains!
Thy heart lighten with more light,
Thine existence when testify the love,
Nay, Love that testify thy existence!
Bliss is that state all frozen things in heart melt,
Love floweth like river,
Frozen Himalayan ice melts,
Floweth like Sacred Ganges or Indus,
Mother of civilisation floweth as love!
This is the real baptism of soul,
Holy spirit activated,
Showers of wisdom rays,
Melts all good and bad,
Both right and foul,
When doer knows divine torch glows,
Every sin is burnt with,
The ego finding no ground,
Ground reality independent of all!
Love of Truth is that great LOVE,
which Carries ocean into tiny heart,
Not the dropp flows to ocean, but ocean flows into drop!
No thing can match,
Nothing to feel,
No thing remains unknown,
Everyone and everything,
here are nothing,
When truth shineth, with billion suns glory,
In that light all creation and all worlds merge,
The creator, sustainer and destroyer of world, all vanish!
Nothing is greater than that grand Nothing equals everything.
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Carrying A Torch
Im carryin a torch for you
Im carryin a torch
You know how much it costs
To keep carryin a torch
Flame of love it burns so bright
That is my desire
Keep on liftin me, liftin me up
Higher and higher
Youre the keeper of the flame
And you burn so bright
Baby why dont we re-connect
Move into the light
Ive been going to and fro on this
And Im still carryin a torch
You must know how much its worth
When Im carryin a torch (alright)
Baby youre the keeper of the flame
And you burn so bright
Why, why, why, why, why, why dont we re-connect
And move on further, into the light
Ive been calling you on the phone
'cause Im carryin a torch (yeah)
I can do it all on my own
'cause Im carryin a torch
Im carryin a torch for you, baby
Im carryin a torch
You know how much its worth
Because Im carryin a torch (one more)
Im carryin a torch for you, baby
Im carryin a torch
You know how much its worth
Because Im carryin a torch.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Modern Beauty
I am the torch, she saith, and what to me
If the moth die of me? I am the flame
Of Beauty, and I burn that all may see
Beauty, and I have neither joy nor shame.
But live with that clear light of perfect fire
Which is to men the death of their desire.
I am Yseult and Helen, I have seen
Troy burn, and the most loving knight lies dead.
The world has been my mirror, time has been
My breath upon the glass; and men have said,
Age after age, in rapture and despair,
Love's poor few words, before my image there.
I live, and am immortal; in my eyes
The sorrow of the world, and on my lips
The joy of life, mingle to make me wise;
Yet now the day is darkened with eclipse:
Who is there lives for beauty? Still am I
The torch, but where's the moth that still dares die?
poem by Arthur Symons
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Dangerous (Look In The Light Of What You're Searching For)
Come into the light, passing through wisdom.
Hoping for love, all of the moves
Don't come across; you get too much.
Everybody needs it; don't show your body.
So dangerous - This fear of love
So dangerous - Can you handle it?
So dangerous - To love
So dangerous - Everyone else can do it
Walking the street, you're breaking your love.
Lose your heart, all in a mess.
In the middle of the night, looking for a little
Hands to the sun; don't show your body.
Death defying - Hurt by love
Passing through shadows - Don't lose your body
So dangerous - This fear of love
So dangerous - Can you handle it?
So dangerous - To keep this fear of love
So dangerous - To let it go
I don't imagine, I don't imagine as it is;
Don't get confused.
In the light, through the night...
Look in the light, through the night
Look in the light of what you're searching for.
Hide from your heart here in the arms of wanting.
Hide from the dark here in the arms of love.
Run from the fear inside the darkest reaches.
Look to yourself; you'll see the path is clear
So dangerous - This fear of love
So dangerous - Can you handle it?
So dangerous - To love
So dangerous - Everyone else can do it
Take what you have into the arms of wanting (to the arms of love)
song performed by by Yes
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Dangerous (Look In The Light Of What You're Searching For)
Come into the light, passing through wisdom.
Hoping for love, all of the moves
Don't come across; you get too much.
Everybody needs it; don't show your body.
So dangerous - This fear of love
So dangerous - Can you handle it?
So dangerous - To love
So dangerous - Everyone else can do it
Walking the street, you're breaking your love.
Lose your heart, all in a mess.
In the middle of the night, looking for a little
Hands to the sun; don't show your body.
Death defying - Hurt by love
Passing through shadows - Don't lose your body
So dangerous - This fear of love
So dangerous - Can you handle it?
So dangerous - To keep this fear of love
So dangerous - To let it go
I don't imagine, I don't imagine as it is;
Don't get confused.
In the light, through the night...
Look in the light, through the night
Look in the light of what you're searching for.
Hide from your heart here in the arms of wanting.
Hide from the dark here in the arms of love.
Run from the fear inside the darkest reaches.
Look to yourself; you'll see the path is clear
So dangerous - This fear of love
So dangerous - Can you handle it?
So dangerous - To love
So dangerous - Everyone else can do it
Take what you have into the arms of wanting (to the arms of love)
song performed by by Yes
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Truth Is
What is truth?
the question of the ages
Is still being probed
Amongst the world's sages.
Truth, the father of virtue
And kinsman of beauty
Is the colleague and ally
Of rectitude and duty.
Truth is not passive
As the Rosetta Stone
Foe its Author is living,
To the possessors, well-known.
Truth is love at work
In the visitation of He
Who came through the Fashioner
In the form of humanity !
poem by Rosalie Kollett
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Sonnet 101: O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?
Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
So dost thou too, and therein dignified.
Make answer, Muse. Wilt thou not haply say,
"Truth needs no colour with his colour fixed,
Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay,
But best is best, if never intermixed"?
Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?
Excuse not silence so, for't lies in thee
To make him much outlive a gilded tomb
And to be praised of ages yet to be.
Then do thy office, Muse; I teach thee how
To make him seem, long hence, as he shows now.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Over-Virtue
Over-virtue is dangerous,
Unlike over-vice, which has
Conscience as its watch dog.
Over-virtue might do more harm.
(04.02.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Beauty Is Truth
Natural beauty of nature
Is like a beautiful damsel.
She needs no makeup or perfume
To enhance her physical beauty-
Her beauty is truth, period.
An anonymous wildflower
Growing with delicate fragrance
Beside a forests time-worn path
Can't be anymore lovelier
If plucked and placed within her locks;
Nor her comely grace be improved.
Their "beauty is truth, truth beauty"
Apart they are most beautiful;
In concert they accent the whole.
On a Grecian urn:
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty"
All we need to know.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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The Survivor
I am twenty-four
led to slaughter
I survived.
The following are empty synonyms:
man and beast
love and hate
friend and foe
darkness and light.
The way of killing men and beasts is the same
I've seen it:
truckfuls of chopped-up men
who will not be saved.
Ideas are mere words:
virtue and crime
truth and lies
beauty and ugliness
courage and cowardice.
Virtue and crime weigh the same
I've seen it:
in a man who was both
criminal and virtuous.
I seek a teacher and a master
may he restore my sight hearing and speech
may he again name objects and ideas
may he separate darkness from light.
I am twenty-four
led to slaughter
I survived.
Translated by Adam Czerniawski
poem by Tadeusz Ròzewicz
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Late Wisdom
WE'VE trod the maze of error round,
Long wandering in the winding glade;
And now the torch of truth is found,
It only shows us where we strayed:
By long experience taught, we know--
Can rightly judge of friends and foes;
Can all the worth of these allow,
And all the faults discern in those.
Now, 'tis our boast that we can quell
The wildest passions in their rage,
Can their destructive force repel,
And their impetuous wrath assuage.--
Ah, Virtue! dost thou arm when now
This bold rebellious race are fled?
When all these tyrants rest, and thou
Art warring with the mighty dead?
poem by George Crabbe
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