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“Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engend'red in the eyes, With gazing fed, and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies.”

Heart Eye Lying Dies Red Fancy Feds Cradle Gazing Shylock

Author:William Shakespeare

“Magic is that which it is; it is by itself, like the mathematics; for it is the exact and absolute science of Nature and its laws . Magic is the science of the Ancient Magi: and the Christian religion, which has imposed silence on the lying oracles, and put an end to the prestiges of the false Gods , itself reveres those Magi who came from the East, guided by a Star , to adore the Saviour of the world in His cradle.”

World Ends Christian Law Lying Stars Silence Magic Absolutes Mathematics Ancient East Adore Cradle Saviour Prestige Oracles False Gods

Book:Morals and Dogma

Source: Morals and Dogma

“Let me cradle myself back Into the darkness Of the half shapes ... Of the cauled beginnings ... Let me stir the attar of unused air, Elusive ... ironically fragrant As a dead queen's kerchief ... Let me blow the dust from off you ... Resurrect your breath Lying limp as a fan In a dead queen's hand.”

Hands Lying Half Darkness Air Fans Shapes Let Me Breaths Blow Dust Queens Cradle Elusive

Book:Sun-up, and Other Poems

Source: Sun-up, and Other Poems

“Extinguished theologians lie about the cradle of every science, as strangled snakes beside that of Hercules”

Lying Snakes Theologian Cradle

Book:The semi-barbarous Hebrew and the extinguished theologian [a reply to T.H. Huxley's Lay sermons].

Source: The semi-barbarous Hebrew and the extinguished theologian [a reply to T.H. Huxley's Lay sermons].

“A flow'ret crushed in the bud, A nameless piece of Babyhood, Was in her cradle-coffin lying; Extinct, with scarce the sense of dying”

Lying Pieces Dying Flow Crushed Cradle Bud Scarce Coffins Nameless Babyhood

Book:The Poetical Works of Charles Lamb

Source: The Poetical Works of Charles Lamb