We must be free or die who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake, the faith and morals hold Which Milton held |
Well, I hope they may understand each other — nobody else could. |
What are fears but voices airy? Whispering harm where harm is not. And deluding the unwary Till the fatal bolt is shot! |
What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars |
What is pride? A whizzing rocket that would emulate a star. |
What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out. |
What, you are stepping westward? |
When a damp/ Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand/ The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew/ Soul-animating strains - alas, too few! |
When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign in solitude. |
Where lies the land to which yon ship must go? |
Where the statue stood/ Of Newton with his prism and silent face,/ The marble index of a mind for ever/ Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone. |
Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be. |
Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream? |
Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be? |
Who, doomed to go in company with Pain, And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train! Turns his necessity to glorious gain. |