This is our master, famous, calm, and dead, Borne on our shoulders.
Quote by Robert Browning
What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what...
My sun sets to rise again.
Like dogs in a wheel, birds in a cage, or squirrels in a chain, ambitious...
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew
I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook...
So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by...
Oh, to be in England now that April's there.
I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant...
Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do!
God is seen God In the star, in the stone, in the flesh, in the...
But facts are facts and flinch not
I have dared and done, for my resting-place is found, The C major of this...
God is the perfect poet.
You should not take a fellow eight years old and make him swear to never...
Therefore I summon age To grant youth's heritage.
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God...
But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the...
A minute's success pays the failure of years.