The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity. |
The creations of a great writer are little more than the moods and passions of his own heart, given surnames and Christian names, and sent to walk the earth. |
The fascination of what's difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent Spontaneous joy and natural content Out of my heart. |
The folly that man does Or must suffer, if he woos A proud woman not kindred of his soul. |
The friends that have it I do wrong When ever I remake a song, Should know what issue is at stake: It is myself that I remake. |
The ghost of Roger Casement is beating on the door. |
The Government does not intend these things to happen, the Commission on whose report the Bill was founded did not intend these things to happen, but in legislation intention is nothing, and the letter of the law everything, and no government has the |
The hour of the waning of love has beset us, And weary and worn are our sad souls now; Let us part, ere the season of passion forget us, With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow. |
The innocent and the beautiful Have no enemy but time |
The innocent and the beautiful Have no enemy but time |
The land of fairy, where nobody gets old and godly and grave, where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue. |
The land of fairy, where nobody gets old and godly and grave, where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue. |
The land of fairy, where nobody gets old and godly and grave, where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue. |
The last stroke of midnight dies. All day in the one chair From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have ranged In rambling talk with an image of air: Vague memories, nothing but memories. |
The light of lights looks always on the motive, not the deed, the shadow of shadows on the deed alone. |