Society and the World

One by one forging his laws, to be flung Like horseshoes at the head, the eye, or the groin. And every killing is a treat For the broad-chested Ossete.

 

We live, deaf to the land beneath us, Ten steps away no one hears our speeches, But where there’s so much as half a conversation The Kremlin’s mountaineer will get his mention.

 

We live, deaf to the land beneath us, Ten steps away no one hears our speeches, But where there’s so much as half a conversation The Kremlin’s mountaineer will get his mention.

 

How beastly the bourgeois is especially the male of the species.

 

So hopeless is the world without, The world within I doubly prize; Thy world, where guile and hate and doubt And cold suspicion never rise; Where thou and I and Liberty Have undisputed sovereignty.

 

Wayfarer, there is no way, you make the way as you go. As you go, you make the way and stopping to look behind, you see the path that your feet will never travel again. Wayfarer, there is no way— only foam trails in the sea.

 

Doänt thou marry for munny, but goä wheer munny is!

 

He said likewise That a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies, That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright, But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.

 

Dosn’t thou ’ear my ’erse’s legs, as they canters awaäy? Proputty, proputty, proputty—that’s what I ’ears ’em saäy.

 

So all day long the noise of battle roll’d Among the mountains by the winter sea.

 

Live pure, speak true, right wrong, follow the King— Else, wherefore born?

 

Man’s word is God in man.

 

Here at the quiet limit of the world.

 

Into the jaws of death, Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred.

 

Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die.

 

Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley’d and thunder’d.

 

“Forward, the Light Brigade!” Was there a man dismay’d?

 

Someone had blundered.

 

Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred.

 

Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.

 

There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds.

 

Fresh from brawling courts And dusty purlieus of the law.

 

Fresh from brawling courts And dusty purlieus of the law.

 

Hold thou the good; define it well; For fear divine Philosophy Should push beyond her mark, and be Procuress to the Lords of Hell.