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23c. 1842 AD
The world is his, who can see through its pretension. What deafness, what stone-blind custom, what overgrown error you behold, is there only by sufferance—by your sufferance. See it to be a lie, and you have already dealt it its mortal blow.... In proportion as a man has anything in him divine, the firmament flows before him and takes his signet and form. Not he is great who can alter matter, but he who can alter my state of mind. They are the kings of the world who give the colour of their present thought to all nature and all art.... The great man makes the great thing.... Linnæus makes botany the most alluring of studies, and wins it from the farmer and the herb-woman; Davy, chemistry; and Cuvier, fossils. The day is always his, who works in it with serenity and great aims. The unstable estimates of men crowd to him whose mind is filled with a truth, as the heaped waves of the Atlantic follow the moon.
Ralph Waldo Emerson / quote
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24c. 1590 AD
The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne, Burn’d on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke. She did lie In her pavilion: on each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With divers-coloured fans.... Her gentlewomen, like the Nereïdes, So many mermaids tended her. At the helm A seeming mermaid steers: the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands.
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