O, my lord, You said that idle weeds are fast in growth: The prince my brother hath outgrown me far.

Love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest,hurts the deepest,but feels the strongest

It was always yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common.

Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit.

Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long / To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?

My love is thaw'd; Which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was

Prudent men lock up their motives, letting familiars have a key to their hearts, as to their garden.

The regard one shows economy, is like that we show an old aunt who is to leave us something at last.

It's love,' they say. You touch the right one and a whole half of the universe wakes up, a new half.

Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.

They say the first sentence in any speech is always the hardest. Well, that one's behind me, anyway.

As a writer given to the old formalities of rhyme and meter, I sometimes feel endangered these days.

I wanted to be calm, like a mound with all its cities destroyed, and tranquil, like a full cemetery.

I have known some quite good people who were unhappy, but never an interested person who was unhappy.

Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.

The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.

Is it not careless to become too local when there are four hundred billion stars in our galaxy alone.

If the greatest god is the stillness all the motions add up to, then we must ineluctably be included.

Most women have not even been able to touch this anger, except to drive it inward like a rusted nail.

We move but our words stand become responsible for more than we intended and this is verbal privilege

At Earth's great market where Joy is trafficked in, Buy while thy purse yet swells with golden Youth.

Oh! be thou blest with all that Heaven can send, Long health, long youth, long pleasure-and a friend.

The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man's own eyes when they look upon his own person.

A calm despair, without angry convulsions or reproaches directed at heaven, is the essence of wisdom.

If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour?

Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.

Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death.

Outlawed, but not alone, for Love Is outlawed, too. You cannot banish us, proud world: We banish you.

The closet door is open for me, where I left it, since I left it open, it has graciously stayed open.

You never wish on shooting stars. You wish on the ones that have the courage to shine where they are.

I'd leave all the hurry, the noise, and the fray, for a house full of books, and a garden of flowers.

It is not a person’s depth you must discover, but their ascent. Find their path from depth to ascent.

Emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea.

For me the road became a zone, in places like Saint Marks poetry Project where I worked for 12 years.

The less you think you are, the more you bear. And if you think you are nothing, you bear everything.

The perversion of the mind is only possible when those who should be heard in its defence are silent.

The turkey's eyes are such that he can see a bumblebee turn a somersault on the verge of the horizon.

There ought to be three traditions in the art of humanity: the realistic, the visionary and the wild.

We can redream this world and make the dream come real. Human beings are gods hidden from themselves.

For the task assigned them Men aren't smart enough or sly Any rogue can blind them With a clever lie.

This love for everyday things, part natural from the wide eye of Infancy, part a literary calculation

The first need of being is endurance; to endure with gladness if we can, with fortitude in any event.

There is no human situation so miserable that it cannot be made worse by the presence of a policeman.

And if you can't shape your life the way you want, at least try as much as you can not to degrade it.

Poets deal in writing about feelings and trying to find the language and images for intense feelings.

How happily, how happily, the flowers die away! / Oh! Could we but return to earth as easily as they.

I like it when poems are challenging, when they concern matters important and personal to the author.

There IS a difference between poetry and prose! Poems should be sonically charged and new to the ear.

Many men on the point of an edifying death would be furious if they were suddenly restored to health.

A dream is a creation of the intelligence, the creator being present but not knowing how it will end.

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