human
My love was blind to your deluding art, But blind men feel when stabbed so near the heart.
gpt
No, like his better Fortune I'll appear, With open arms, loose veil, and flowing hair, Just flying forward from her rolling sphere.
human
Indian Emperor,
gpt
As callow birds, Whose mother's killed in seeking of the prey, Cry in their nest and think her long away, And, at each leaf that stirs, each blast of wind, Gape for the food which they must never find.
human
Her rage was love, and its tempestuous flame, Like lightning, showed the heaven from whence it came.
gpt
Conquest of Grenada
human
I scarcely understand my own intent; But, silk-worm like, so long within have wrought, That I am lost in my own web of thought.
gpt
Rival Ladies,
human
No noise but what my footsteps make, and they Sound dreadfully and louder than by day: They double too, and every step I take Sounds thick, methinks, and more than one could make.
gpt
Aurengzebe
human
My love was such it needed no return, Rich in itself, like elemental fire, Whose pureness does no aliment require.
gpt
Aurengzebe,
human
He felt the inspiring heat, the absent god return.
gpt
One loose, one sally of a hero's soul, Does all the military art control. While timorous wit goes round, or fords the shore, He shoots the gulf, and is already o'er, And, when the enthusiastic fit is spent, Looks back amazed at what he underwent.
human
The greatest argument for love is love.
gpt
Few know the use of life before 't is past.
human
Time gives himself and is not valued.
gpt
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear To be we know not what, we know not where.
human
Love either finds equality or makes it; Like death, he knows no difference in degrees.
gpt
That's empire, that which I can give away.
human
Yours is a soul irregularly great, Which, wanting temper, yet abounds in heat.
gpt
Forgiveness to the injured does belong, But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.
human
Poor women's thoughts are all extempore.
gpt
The cause of love can never be assigned, 'T is in no face, but in the lover's mind.
human
Heaven can forgive a crime to penitence, For Heaven can judge if penitence be true; But man, who knows not hearts, should make examples.
gpt
Kings' titles commonly begin by force, Which time wears off and mellows into right.
human
Fear's a large promiser; who subject live To that base passion, know not what they give.
gpt
The secret pleasure of the generous act Is the great mind's great bribe.
human
That bad thing, gold, buys all good things.
gpt
Why, love does all that's noble here below.
human
To prove religion true, If either wit or sufferings could suffice, All faiths afford the constant and the wise.
gpt
Grew weary of his long-loved mistress, Rhyme; Passion's too fierce to be in fetters bound, And Nature flies him like enchanted ground.