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Heaven breathes thro' ev'ry member of the whole One common blessing, as one common soul.
Then from the Mint walks forth the man of rhyme, Happy to catch me, just at dinner-time.
Dulness! whose good old cause I yet defend, With whom my muse began, with who shall end.
Calm, thinking villains, whom no faith could fix, Of crooked counsels and dark politics.
Interspersed in lawn and opening glades, Thin trees arise that shun each others' shades.
Thus God and nature linked the gen'ral frame, And bade self-love and social be the same.
Like following life through creatures you dissect, You lose it in the moment you detect.
Did some more sober critics come abroad? If wrong, I smil'd; if right, I kiss'd the rod.
Cursed be the verse, how well so e'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe.
Know, Nature's children all divide her care, The fur that warms a monarch warmed a bear.
Live like yourself, was soon my lady's word, And lo! two puddings smok'd upon the board.
From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
The human mind, I believe, cares for the True only in the general character of an epoch.
Yet leave me not; yet, if thou wilt, be free; love me no more, but love my love of thee.
The loves and hours of the life of a man, They are swift and sad, being born of the sea.
Love doesn't reside in the heart, anyway. Love resides in the liver along with jaundice.
Sometimes one day in a difference place gives you more than ten years of a life at home.
People who have no weaknesses are terrible; there is no way of taking advantage of them.
I do not know any reading more easy, more fascinating, more delightful than a catalogue.
Fear knows no borders, and the terminology of hate has seeped into every aspect of life.
I don't have a single plan for my life more important than learning to love people well.
The peasants of all lands recognize power and they salute it, whether it's good or evil.
There is a sacred, secret line in loving which attraction and even passion cannot cross.
Jesus saw the multitudes were hungry and He said, Oh Lord, send down a short-order cook.
One of my secret instructions to myself as a poet is "Whatever you do, don't be boring."
Oh thumb, I want a drink it is dark, where are the big people, when will I get there...?
A poem might be defined as thinking about feelings - about human feelings and frailties.
I married a young Englishman in Cambridge in 1955 and have lived in Britain every since.
Out of a hundred years a few minutes were made that stayed with me, not a hundred years.
If God is God He is not good, if God is good He is not God; take the even, take the odd.
The transpersonal is more awe-inspiring, more exciting than the thing we confuse it for.
Fire is one of my temperaments. It is behind all my work... Fire is a chemical presence.
Writers can't write as fast as governments make wars; because to write demands thinking.
There's a lot of unconscious activity that goes on I think in the composition of a poem.
Critics are like eunuchs; they can tell you what to do, but they can't do it themselves!
Inspirations never go in for long engagements; they demand immediate marriage to action.
Time well employed is Satan's deadliest foe; it leaves no opening for the lurking fiend.
I am like a table that eats its own legs off because it’s fallen in love with the floor.
For the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so.
writers are desperate people and when they stop being desperate they stop being writers.
When Ginsburg is at the top of his game you might as well put down your toys and listen.
The rigid saint, by whom no mercy's shown To saints whose lives are better than his own.
Weak is that throne, and in itself unsound, Which takes not solid virtue for its ground.
With various readings stored his empty skull, Learn'd without sense, and venerably dull.
Men the most infamous are fond of fame, And those who fear not guilt yet start at shame.
All business proceeds on beliefs, or judgments of probabilities, and not on certainties.
Reason is the substance of the universe. The design of the world is absolutely rational.
Mandelstam was an artistic genius, the sort that any century produces only a handful of.
How nature loves the incomplete. She knows If she drew a conclusion it would finish her.
Stretch out your hand and receive the world's wide gift of joy, appreciation and beauty.