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The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long.
I will write the evangel-poem of comrades and of love.
Give me such shows - give me the streets of Manhattan!
Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I can bear it.
My heart has made its mind up And I'm afraid it's you.
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death.
First thought is best in Art, second in other matters.
Christianity is art and not money. Money is its curse.
Does a firm persuasion that a thing is so, make it so?
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage.
To cast aside from Poetry, all that is not Inspiration
May God us keep From Single vision and Newton's sleep.
A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love.
The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
Everything that man esteems Endures a moment or a day.
Slow seems their speed whose thoughts before them run.
The present moment is our ain, The neist we never saw!
Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.
Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.
It is a good divine that follows his own instructions.
Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.
The dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.
Give me a bowl of wine, In this I bury all unkindness.
Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way.
Enough no more; Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Many that are not mad have, sure, more lack of reason.
But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool.
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.
If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.
All men's faces are true, whatsome'er their hands are.
It is a basilisk unto mine eye, Kills me to look on't.
Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad.
Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.
Celebrity is never more admired than by the negligent.
The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
Even the upper end of the river believes in the ocean.
Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of querulous reeds.
Father! - to God himself we cannot give a holier name.
To partly remain a child: that is to be really mature.
The end of spring- the poet is brooding about editors.
Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word.
Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
Poetry is the liquid voice that can wear through stone.
The will to change begins in the body, not in the mind.
There's room for everyone at the rendezvous of victory.
The art of life is loving and listening to one another.