I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.
look for a lovely thing and you will find it, it is not far, it never will be far
It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise.
Only by love is life made real.
When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange - my youth.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone.
I saw above a sea of hills A solitary planet shine, And there was no one, near or far, to keep the world from being mine.
The poet should try to give his poem the quiet swiftness of flame, so that the reader will feel and not think while he is reading. But the thinking will come afterwards.
What we have never had, remains; It is the things we have that go.
Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children's faces looking up, Holding wonder like a cup. Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a curve of gold, Scent of pine trees in the rain, Eyes that love you, arms that hold, And for your spirit's still delight, Holy thoughts that star the night. Spend all you have for loveliness, Buy it and never count the cost; For one white singing hour of peace Count many a year of strife well lost, And for a breath of ecstasy Give all you have been, or could be.
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
I shall gather myself into my self again, I shall take my scattered selves and make them one.
No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.
Wisdom is not acquired save as the result of investigation.
I am not yours, nor lost in you, not lost, although I long to be. Lost as a candle lit at noon, lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still a spirit beautiful and bright, yet I am I, who long to be lost as a light is lost in light.
My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.
I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.
Take love when love is given.
Oh who can tell the range of joy or set the bounds of beauty?
Now at last I have come to see what life is, Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun, And the brave victories that seem so splendid Are never really won.
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pool singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself when she woke at dawn Would scarcely know that we were gone.
Stephen kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and day.
My heart is a garden tired with autumn.
My soul is a dark ploughed field In the cold rain; My soul is a broken field Ploughed by pain.
Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.
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