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Love is a flame to set the will on fire
The days that make us happy make us wise
Life, a beauty chased by tragic laughter.
Life is a long headache in a noisy street.
The luck will alter and the star will rise.
His face was filled with broken commandments.
In this life he laughs longest who laughs last.
God warms his hands at man's heart when he prays.
All I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by.
Death opens unknown doors. It is most grand to die.
Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain.
My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails.
Most roads lead men homewards, My road leads me forth
It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries.
Success is the brand on the brow of the man who aimed too low.
Oh some are fond of Spanish wine, and some are fond of French.
Heaven to me's a fair blue stretch of sky, Earth's jest a dusty road.
It ought to have gangsters, and aeroplanes and a lot of automatic pistols.
Men in a ship are always looking up, and men ashore are usually looking down.
It may be that we cease; we cannot tell. Even if we cease, life is a miracle.
And may we find when ended is the page, Death but a tavern on our pilgrimage.
Commonplace people dislike tragedy because they dare not suffer and cannot exult.
Life's battle is a conquest for the strong; The meaning shows in the defeated thing.
Off Cape Horn there are but two kinds of weather, neither one of them a pleasant kind.
When Life knocks at the door no one can wait, When Death makes his arrest we have to go.
The three foundations of judgement: Bold Design, Constant Practice, and Frequent Mistakes.
Man's body is faulty, his mind untrustworthy, but his imagination has made him remarkable.
The distant soul can shake the distant friend's soul and make the longing felt, over untold miles.
Poetry is a mixture of common sense, which not all have, with an uncommon sense, which very few have.
I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain.
I have seen the Lady April bringing the daffodils, Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain.
People who leave their own time out of their work cannot be surprised if their time fails to find them interesting.
From '41 to '51I was my folk's contrary son;I bit my father's hand right throughAnd broke my mother's heart in two.
I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky; and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.
Love is a flame to burn out human wills, Love is a flame to set the will on fire, Love is a flame to cheat men into mire.
I must go down to the sea again For the call of the running tide It's a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied.
Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain, And the watch fire under stars, and sleep, and the road again.
To most of us the future seems unsure. But then it always has been; and we who have seen great changes must have great hopes.
The corn that makes the holy bread By which the soul of man is fed, The holy bread, the food unpriced, Thy everlasting mercy, Christ.
But he has gone, A nation's memory and veneration, Among the radiant, ever venturing on, Somewhere, with morning, as such spirits will.
Humans consist of body, mind and imagination. Our bodies are faulty, our minds untrustworthy, but our imagination has made us remarkable.
Once in a century a man may be ruined or made insufferable by praise. But surely once in a minute something generous dies for want of it.
O lovely lily clean, O lily springing green, O lily bursting white, Dear lily of delight, Spring in my heart agen That I may flower to men.
The Lord who gave us Earth and Heaven Takes that as thanks for all He's given. The book he lent is given back All blotted red and smutted black.
Lord, give to me who are old and rougher The things that little children suffer, And let keep bright and undefiled The young years of the little child.
I have seen flowers come in stony places And kind things done by men with ugly faces, And the gold cup won by the worst horse at the races, So I trust, too.
Since the printing press came into being, poetry has ceased to be the delight of the whole community of man; it has become the amusement and delight of the few.
All the great things of life are swiftly done, Creation, death, and love the double gate. However much we dawdle in the sun We have to hurry at the touch of Fate.
All ye that pass by! While we least think it he prepares his Mate. Mate, and the King's pawn played, it never ceases, Though all the earth is dust of taken pieces.
God dropped a spark down into everyone, And if we find and fan it to a blaze, It'll spring up and glow, like--like the sun, And light the wandering out of stony ways.