Quotes about spite, page 4

Paradise Lost: Book 09
No more of talk where God or Angel guest
With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd,
To sit indulgent, and with him partake
Rural repast; permitting him the while
Venial discourse unblam'd. I now must change
Those notes to tragick; foul distrust, and breach
Disloyal on the part of Man, revolt,
And disobedience: on the part of Heaven
Now alienated, distance and distaste,
Anger and just rebuke, and judgement given,
That brought into this world a world of woe,
Sin and her shadow Death, and Misery
Death's harbinger: Sad talk!yet argument
Not less but more heroick than the wrath
Of stern Achilles on his foe pursued
Thrice fugitive about Troy wall; or rage
Of Turnus for Lavinia disespous'd;
Or Neptune's ire, or Juno's, that so long
Perplexed the Greek, and Cytherea's son:
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poem by John Milton
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Suspecting is inborn
In spite of intimacy,
In spite of privacy,
And in spite of secrecy,
No woman of repute
Budged an inch to my wish.
Yet, I am beset with doubts
When my woman is closeted
With men acquaintances.
23.05.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Alone
I am alone, in spite of love,
In spite of all I take and give --
In spite of all your tenderness,
Sometimes I am not glad to live.
I am alone, as though I stood
On the highest peak of the tired gray world,
About me only swirling snow,
Above me, endless space unfurled;
With earth hidden and heaven hidden,
And only my own spirit's pride
To keep me from the peace of those
Who are not lonely, having died.
poem by Sara Teasdale
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In spite of what life brings to me
God, in spite of what life brings to me,
in spite of how much money I earn, of what work I do,
in which residential aria I live, what car I drive
and if I have to walk or drive by motorbike
on the road that I travel, it is still at Your door
that I stand each day.
In spite of the words that I do write,
how bad or great they may be,
it makes me nothing else
than the human being that gets all things from you
and still I am bounded to You
for my light in this life's darkness.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Miracle, And Dust
i cannot help but believe
in the human heart
in spite of all our
mistakes, misgivings, and failures...
in spite of all the wrong actions
we've taken for all the wrong reasons...
in spite of all the times
we've let humanity down...
i know and believe
even on the darkest of nights...
there's a fire that burns pure
as the light from the stars...
that holds infinity in every spark;
that warms the feet of the eternal
in every flesh drawn moment...
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poem by Eric Cockrell
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Yes, yes, We all can…
(Dedicated to Our Brother President)
Yes, yes, We all can stop the violence,
Stop all non-sense,
Stop all negative vibrations,
And stop all ugly notions.
Yes, yes, we, all, can love each other,
Respect Mother Nature,
Father Creature,
All wave, shade and color.
Yes, yes, We all can be better,
Think brighter,
Behave smarter,
And protect each other.
Yes, yes, we all can reach for the stars,
Achieve, and succeed in spite of the scars,
In spite of injustice and discrimination,
In spite of prejudice and humiliation.
Yes, yes, We all can stop being naïve
And can only be optimistically positive.
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poem by Hebert Logerie
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Where Guilt Lies
We suffer sometimes
due to sharp shot words
sodden saturated words
exhorted urged in error.
Never forget pained victims
some such misdeeds
are launched closer to home
than we can often care
to own up to;
strangers are not alone
when it pettiness comes
to casting knuckle bone
evoking spiteful contention.
Yet another truth
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poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Proof Is In The Life I Have Led
The proof is in the life I have led, through adversity
That most only read about in books-all this happened to me:
I have lived every Father's worst nightmare,
Suffered indignities that I could catalog, yet would never dare;
I have died, literally, of a broken heart-
And through it all, I only ever wished to impart
That there is but one right and one wrong-
Truth, in spite of all, is the only right-only the truly strong
Can stay Faithful at all times to verity, in spite of ignorance:
It takes Faith to move mountains to maintain such diligence;
Whatever it takes, apparently I have it in abundance,
Where others simply revert to to lies, and acquiescence
To the wants of others, in spite of their own desires;
This is the grief of their own heart, and all it truly admires!
-Maurice Harris,23 February 2012
poem by Maurice Harris
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The Truth About The Truth
What for you is true
or isn't
usually depends on how many
choose to believe
your version of it:
Hence television. Hence Hollywood.
Human truth, alas, is local;
though most agree
gold will always be
a bully basis for a currency:
Truth being wearisomely,
equatible with usage,
practicality,
who has bigger guns,
and what is ego-tonic to believe.
'This is true, because it's always been.'
'God believes it, too.
Daddy served-why not me? '
In spite of any war, though,
In spite of banks and oil magnates,
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poem by Morgan Michaels
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For A' That And A' That
Tho' right be aft put down by strength,
As mony a day we saw that,
The true and leilfu' cause at length
Shall bear the grie for a' that.
For a' that an a' that,
Guns, guillotines, and a' that,
The Fleur-de-lis, that lost her right,
Is queen again for a' that!
We'll twine her in a friendly knot
With England's rose and a' that,
The Shamrock shall not be forgot,
For Wellington made bra' that.
The Thistle, tho' her leaf be rude,
Yet faith we'll no misca' that,
She sheltered in her solitude
The Fleur-de-lis, for a' that!
The Austrian Vine, the Prussian pine.
(For Blucher's sake, hurra that,)
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poem by Sir Walter Scott
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