Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (1861–1907) British writer
Self-Question, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
“Thou too take courage, wealth despise,
And fit thee to ascend the skies,
Nor be a poor man's courtesies
Rejected or disdained.”
Source: Translations, The Aeneid of Virgil (1866), Book VIII, p. 286
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“O Thou that openest, and no man shuts;
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Context: p>The irrevocable Hand
That opes the year's fair gate, doth ope and shut
The portals of our earthly destinies;
We walk through blindfold, and the noiseless doors
Close after us, for ever.Pause, my soul,
On these strange words — for ever — whose large sound
Breaks flood-like, drowning all the petty noise
Our human moans make on the shores of Time.
O Thou that openest, and no man shuts;
That shut'st, and no man opens — Thee we wait!</p
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