Prayer is the spirit speaking truth to Truth.
America, thou half-brother of the world; with something good and bad of every land.
Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.
There is no surer mark of the absence of the highest moral and intellectual qualities than a cold reception of excellence.
Simplicity is natures first step, and the last of art.
Music tells no truths.
Imagination is the air of mind.
The sole equality on earth is death.
Let each man think himself an act of God, His mind a thought, his life a breath of God; And let each try, by great thoughts and good deeds, To show the most of Heaven he hath in him.
Man is a military animal, glories in gunpowder, and loves parade.
Respect is what we owe; love, what we give.
Write to the mind and heart, and let the ear Glean after what it can.
Hell is more bearable than nothingness.
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!
The worst men often give the best advice. Our deeds are sometimes better than our thoughts.
Blest is he whose heart is the home of the great dead and their great thoughts.
Joys Are bubble-like--what makes them bursts them too.
The first and worst of all frauds is to cheat one's self.
Envy's a coal comes hissing hot from Hell.
For ivy climbs the crumbling hall To decorate decay.
The dew, 'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.
England! my country, great and free! Heart of the world, I leap to thee!
I am tired of looking on what is, One might as well see beauty never more, As look upon it with an empty eye. I would this world were over. I am tired.
Mind and night will meet, though in silence, like forbidden lovers.
Surely the stars are images of love.
Death is another life.
Lowliness is the base of every virtue, And he who goes the lowest builds the safest.
Music lives within thy lips Like a nightingale in roses.
For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed, So poets live upon the living light.
It is no great misfortune to oblige ungrateful people, but an unsupportable one to be forced to be under an obligation to a scoundrel.
What are ye orbs? The words of God? the Scriptures of the skies?
Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.
The long days are no happier than the short ones
We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives,Who thinks most, feels noblest, acts the best.
Dear Lord, our God and Saviour! for Thy gifts The world were poor in thanks, though every soul Were to do nought but breathe them, every blade Of grass, and every atomie of earth To utter it like dew.
And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.
See the gold sunshine patching, And streaming and streaking across The gray-green oaks; and catching, By its soft brown beard, the moss.
See the sun! God's crest upon His azure shield, the Heavens.
The sun, centre and sire of light, The keystone of the world-built arch of heaven.
I cannot love as I have loved, And yet I know not why; It is the one great woe of life To feel all feeling die.
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not figures on a dial. We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
Art is man's nature; nature is God's art.