Unpurpose

And being. Cant and braggart insolence, And inutility and thoughts which veer From purpose to unpurpose, and the sneer Upon the thin lips of experience, Flee from thy sight as snows when the intense Sun of forgotten summers greets the year.

Countless demolitions and re-edifications; a thorough unpurpose, so it seems, a thorough futility, that appears to be the truth and what could be more afflicting to an historian?

A devil has his purpose. Between these Hangs my unpurpose. So vast is my unpurpose! So pure is its cause! Between me and my unpurpose Blooms God decisive Without laws.

How could purpose grow out of unpurpose? In those questions lie the seeds of the argument from design and the romantic view of nature.

Most people could not believe that was the purpose it served. It was more like an un-purpose.

“And unpurpose gives rise to purpose.”

O, Goodness ! help me to unplan that plan, and to unpurpose that purpose !

Manifestly so; for by what likelihood Had I endured against fourteen knights all armed And purposed, I unpurposed and unarmed, Save innocency stood my friend?