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Poems (1851), Prometheus
                                    
Against Hope.
                                        
                                        Sylphs 
Poems (1851), Prometheus
                                    
“An archer does not aim, he kills.”
                                        
                                        Thomas of Hookton, p. 18 
The Grail Quest, The Archer's Tale/Harlequin (2000)
                                    
                                        
                                        As quoted in Journey Through Genius (1990) by William Dunham 
Context: My theory stands as firm as a rock; every arrow directed against it will return quickly to its archer. How do I know this? Because I have studied it from all sides for many years; because I have examined all objections which have ever been made against the infinite numbers; and above all because I have followed its roots, so to speak, to the first infallible cause of all created things.
                                    
Thoughts and Aphorisms (1913), Karma
                                        
                                         To J.W. http://www.emersoncentral.com/poems/to_jw.htm, st. 4 
1840s, Poems (1847)
                                    
Thoughts and Aphorisms (1913), Jnana
“Life's short span forbids us to enter on far reaching hopes.”
                                        
                                        Vitae summa brevis spem nos vetat inchoare longam. 
Book I, ode iv, line 15 
Odes (c. 23 BC and 13 BC)
                                    
                                
                                    “And still the arrows flew so thick and fast,
That, as by clouds, the heavens were overcast.”
                                
                                
                                
                                
                            
                                        
                                        Tal l'aspro saettare, e tanto dura,
Che per l'ombra de' dardi il ciel s'oscura. 
LXIV, 61 
Rifacimento of Orlando Innamorato
                                    
 
                            
                        
                        
                         
                            
                        
                        
                         
                            
                        
                        
                         
                            
                        
                        
                         
                            
                        
                        
                        