Ye gods, annihilate but space and time, And make two lovers happy.

And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in a masquerade.

Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.

If I make dark my countenance, I shut my life from happier chance.

Sweet is every sound, sweeter the voice, but every sound is sweet.

Love's too precious to be lost, A little grain shall not be spilt.

All is well, tho' faith and form Be sunder'd in the night of fear.

That man's the best cosmopolite Who loves his native country best.

There’s a magic in the distance, where the sea-line meets the sky.

Fate is a sea without a shore, and the soul is a rock that abides.

For whom all winds are quiet as the sun,/ All waters as the shore.

The tadpole poet will never grow into anything bigger than a frog.

How many lives we live in one, And how much less than one, in all.

We know the particular poem, not what it says that we can restate.

Christianity has done a great deal for love by making a sin of it.

Every lover is a storm chaser. Every good heart has lost its roof.

Annihilating all that's made, To a green thought in a green shade.

Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide.

What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head.

But Fate does iron wedges drive, And always crowds itself betwixt.

The finger of suspicion never forgets the way it has once pointed.

Love dares the self to leave itself behind, to enter into poverty.

One can't build little white picket fences to keep nightmares out.

I would like to bury all the hating eyes under the sand somewhere.

I was raised with a sense of democratic vistas and egalitarianism.

We will have a total chaos without books, literature, and library.

All the suns labor to kindle your flame and a microbe puts it out.

If those who owe us nothing gave us nothing, how poor we would be.

A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn't he?

Your knowing a thing is nothing, unless another knows you know it.

For the drover's life has pleasures that the townsfolk never know.

By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.

He who is still laughing is he who hasn't heard the terrible news.

To live means to finesse the processes to which one is subjugated.

Snobbery is the pride of those who are not sure of their position.

I see woefully obscure poetry as simply a kind of verbal rudeness.

I think my poems are slightly underrated by the word 'accessible.'

I thought there were too many songs about people's personal lives.

The whole of life is symbolic because the whole of it has meaning.

I saw a notice that said "Drink Canada Dry" and I've just started.

Every man, through fear, mugs his aspirations a dozen times a day.

I left for Petersburg in August, 1871 and stayed there until 1879.

If the afternoon had been blue, there might have been less desire.

My lady's sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady's delight

A poet is not a public figure. A poet should be read and not seen.

There is mercy for everyone, except those who are bored with life.

Hate is always a clash between our spirit and someone else's body.

Misfortunes cannot suffice to make a fool into an intelligent man.

The will to work must dominate, for art is long and time is brief.

Genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recaptured at will.

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