"The Poet" by Ralph Waldo Emerson - Part I
A moody child and wildly wise Pursued the game with joyful eyes, Which chose, like meteors, their way, And rived the dark with private...
To Helen
Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicéan barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his...
Tao Te Ching - Part VIII
Chapter 67 Everyone in the world calls my Tao great As if it is beyond compare It is only because of its greatness That it seems...
