Ask nothing more of me sweet; All I can give you I give; Heart of my heart were it more, More would be laid at your feet.
There is no safety-net to protect against attraction.
In friendship's fragrant garden, There are flowers of every hue. Each with its own fair beauty And its gift of joy for you. Friendship's Garden If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf, Our lives would grow together In sad or singing weather.
Where might is, the right is: Long purses make strong swords. Let weakness learn meekness: God save the House of Lords!
Wherever there is a grain of loyalty there is a glimpse of freedom.
The delight that consumes the desire, The desire that outruns the delight.
His speech is a burning fire.
In the world of dreams, I have chosen my part. To sleep for a season and hear no word Of true love's truth or of light love's art, Only the song of a secret bird.
To say of shame - what is it? Of virtue - we can miss it; Of sin-we can kiss it, And it's no longer sin.
In hawthorn-time the heart grows light.
There is no such thing as a dumb poet or a handless painter. The essence of an artist is that he should be articulate.
When I hear that a personal friend has fallen into matrimonial courses, I feel the same sorrow as if I had heard of his lapsing into theism — a holy sorrow, unmixed with anger.
For the crown of our life as it closes Is darkness, the fruit thereof dust; No thorns go as deep as a rose's, And love is more cruel than lust. Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives; And marriage and death and division Make barren our lives.
Marvellous mercies and infinite love.
Faith speaks when hope is disassembled; faith lives when hope dies dead.
The tadpole poet will never grow into anything bigger than a frog; not though in that stage of development he should puff and blow himself till he bursts with windy adulation at the heels of the laureled ox.
Thou has conquered, O pale Galilean.
Despair the twin-born of devotion.
Yet leave me not; yet, if thou wilt, be free; love me no more, but love my love of thee.
Sleep; and if life was bitter to thee, pardon, If sweet, give thanks; thou hast no more to live; And to give thanks is good, and to forgive.
Hope thou not much, and fear thou not at all.
The highest spiritual quality, the noblest property of mind a man can have, is this of loyalty ... a man with no loyalty in him, with no sense of love or reverence or devotion due to something outside and above his poor daily life, with its pains and pleasures, profits and losses, is as evil a case as man can be.
Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives.
To have read the greatest works of any great poet, to have beheld or heard the greatest works of any great painter or musician, is a possession added to the best things of life.
On the mountains of memory by the world's wellsprings, in all man's eyes, where the light of life of him is on all past things, death only dies.
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