Earth laughs in flowers to see her boastful boys Earth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs; Who steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet Clear of the grave |
Earth laughs in flowers. |
Earth proudly wears the Parthenon as the best gem upon her zone |
England, an old and exhausted island, must one day be contented, like other parents, to be strong only in her children |
Enthusiasm is the leaping lightning, not to be measured by the horse-power of the understanding. |
Enthusiasm is the mother of effort, and without it nothing great was ever achieved. |
Envy is the tax which all distinction must pay. |
Evermore in the world is this marvelous balance of beauty and disgust, magnificence and rats |
Every action is measured by the depth of the sentiment from which it proceeds |
Every actual State is corrupt. Good men must not obey laws too well. |
Every advantage has its tax. |
Every artist was first an amateur. |
Every artist was first an amateur. |
Every book is a quotation; and every house is a quotation out of all forests and mines and stone quarries; and every man is a quotation from all his ancestors |
Every book is a quotation; and every house is a quotation out of all forests and mines and stone quarries; and every man is a quotation from all his ancestors |