I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God, Nor visited in Heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot, As if a chart were given. |
I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there's a pair of us - don't tell! They'd banish us, you know |
If I can stop one Heart from breaking I shall not live in vain If I can ease one life the Aching Or cool one Pain Or help one fainting Robin Unto his Nest again I shall not live in Vain |
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain. |
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. |
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. |
Is wholesome even for the King. |
It is better to be the hammer than the anvil. |
It was not death, for I stood up, / And all the dead lie down; / It was not night, for all the bells / Put out their tongues, for noon. |
Let us go in; the fog is rising. |
Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it |
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath. |
Luck is not chance - It's Toil - Fortune's expensive smile Is earned |
Luck is not chance, it is toil. Fortune is expensive smile is earned. |
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn. |