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See the gold sunshine patching, And streaming and streaking across The gray-green oaks; and catching, By its soft brown beard, the moss.
Life and literature is a question of what one thrills to, and further than that no man shall ever go without putting his foot in a turd.
Since bodily strength is but a servant to the mind, it were very barbarous and preposterous that force should be made judge over reason.
Give plenty of what is given to you, And listen to pity's call. Don't think the little you give is great, And the much you get is small.
There are eyes half defiant, Half meek and compliant; Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm To bring us good or to work with harm.
Wars come and wars go but the world does not change: it will always forget an indebtedness which it thinks it expedient not to remember.
You, darkness, of whom I am born- I love you more than the flame that limits the world to the circle it illumines and excludes the rest.
To be in circumstances that are working upon us, that from time to time place us in front of great natural Things - that is all we need.
I saw them kissing in the shade and knew the sum of all my lore: God gave them Youth, God gave them Love, and even God can give no more.
I always loved science. And in fact, I got a science award in high school. I mean, I loved science, but I think I loved literature more.
Again rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep'd in the morning dews.
All thought is a feat of association; having what's in front of you bring up something in your mind that you almost didn't know you knew
When I was in college, I lost my scholarship one year. I had enough money for tuition, but not room and board. So I camped in the hills.
Poetry is a vocal art for me - but not necessarily a performative one. It might be reading to oneself or recalling some lines by memory.
Old Year! upon the Stage of Time You stand to bow your last adieu; A moment, and the prompter's chime Will ring the curtain down on you.
You think because you understand 'one' you must also understand 'two', because one and one make two. But you must also understand 'and'.
Hardship may dishearten at first, but every hardship passes away. All despair is followed by hope; all darkness is followed by sunshine.
There are many languages in the world; in meaning all are the same. If you break the cups, water will be unified and will flow together.
It's no good giving my heart and my Soul because you already have these. So I've brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.
Oh god Let all lovers be content Give them happy endings Let their lives be celebrations Let their hearts dance in the fire of your love
No more words. In the name of this place we drink in with our breathing, stay quiet like a flower. So the nightbirds will start singing.
Show me one couple unhappy merely on account of their limited circumstances, and I will show you ten who are wretched from other causes.
It would not be correct to say that every moral obligation involves a legal duty; but every legal duty is founded on a moral obligation.
Nothing is as universal as some good scatalogical humor. Even if it means having to be a little silly or cheeky, I think it is worth it.
We're all taking on too much, we're all asking too much of ourselves. We're all wishing we could do more, and therefore just doing more.
And it's been proved that soldiers don't go mad Unless they lose control of ugly thoughts That drive them out to jabber among the trees.
There are very few well-adjusted people in my books. But I do think that's normal. Because everyone does have their issues and hang-ups.
The autumn breeze rises on the shore at Fukiage- and those white chrysanthemums are they flowers? or not? or only breakers on the beach?
I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted to lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it is, you have no idea how free.
Winter is for women The woman still at her knitting, At the cradle of Spanish walnut, Her body a bulb in the cold and too dumb to think.
Didn't you know I'm going to be the greatest, most entertaining author and artist in the world? Well, don't feel badly, I didn't either!
Keep in mind God's precept that states, 'Judge not, and you will not be judged' (Lk. 6:37), and in no way meddle in the lives of others.
The dreamer in her Had fallen in love with me and she did not know it. That moment the dreamer in me Fell in love with her and I knew it
It is difficult to obtain the friendship of a cat. It is a philosophical animal... one that does not place its affections thoughtlessly.
No bird has ever uttered note That was not in some first bird's throat; Since Eden's freshness and man's fall No rose has been original.
My brain is dull, my sight is foul, I cannot write a verse, or read-- Then, Pallas, take away thine Owl, And let us have a lark instead.
Mostly, when I travel, I want to represent my own work well and let others know how I feel about poetry being an important part of life.
Poetry is all I write, whether for books or readings or for the National Theatre or for the opera house and concert hall or even for TV.
If I call it pain, and try to touch it With my hands, my own life, It lies still and the music thins, A pulse felt for through garments.
Loving is almost a substitute for thinking. Love is a burning forgetfulness of all other things. How shall we ask passion to be logical?
Do not ask the name of the person who seeks a bed for the night. He who is reluctant to give his name is the one who most needs shelter.
Revery, which is thought in its nebulous state, borders closely upon the land of sleep, by which it is bounded as by a natural frontier.
I think poetry is as old as language, and both come out of the same thing - an effort to try to express something that is inexpressible.
The road to wisdom is paved with excess. The mark of a true writer is their ability to mystify the familiar and familiarize the strange.
O the joy of the strong-brawn'd fighter, towering in the arena in perfect condition, conscious of power, thirsting to meet his opponent.
Of all mankind the great poet is the equable man. Not in him but off from him things are grotesque or eccentric or fail of their sanity.
I cannot be awake for nothing looks to me as it did before, Or else I am awake for the first time, and all before has been a mean sleep.
The jour printer with gray head and gaunt jaws works at his case, He turns his quid of tobacco, while his eyes blur with the manuscript.
Love seeketh only self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys in another's loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.
The world of imagination is the world of eternity. It is the divine bosom into which we shall all go after death of the vegetative body.