"Ambition Is like the sea wave, which the more you drink The more you thirst—yea—drink too much, as men Have done on rafts of wreck—it drives you mad."

"Old men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again."

"A breath that fleets beyond this iron world And touches him who made it."

"In our windy world What's up is faith, what's down is heresy."

"Be patient. Our Playwright may show In some fifth act what this wild Drama means."

"What use to brood? This life of mingled pains And joys to me, Despite of every Faith and Creed, remains The Mystery."

"The song that nerves a nation's heart Is in itself a deed."

"Slav, Teuton, Kelt, I count them all My friends and brother souls, With all the peoples, great and small, That wheel between the poles."

"A princelier-looking man never stept thro' a prince's hall."

"No sound is breathed so potent to coerce And to conciliate, as their names who dare For that sweet mother-land which gave them birth Nobly to do, nobly to die."

"The golden guess Is morning-star to the full round of truth."

"My God, I would not live Save that I think this gross hard-seeming world Is our misshaping vision of the Powers Behind the world, that make our griefs our gains."

""I'll never love any but you," the morning song of the lark; "I'll never love any but you," the nightingale's hymn in the dark."

"Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed."

"So dear a life your arms enfold, Whose crying is a cry for gold."

"O Love! what hours were thine and mine, In lands of palm and southern pine; In lands of palm, of orange-blossom, Of olive, aloe, and maize and vine!"

"Insipid as the queen upon a card."

"Mastering the lawless science of our law,— That codeless myriad of precedent, That wilderness of single instances."

"For now the poet can not die, Nor leave his music as of old, But round him ere he scarce be cold Begins the scandal and the cry."

"We are ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times."

"More black than ash-buds in the front of March."

"Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet! Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet; Lie still, dry dust, secure of change."

"Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace! Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul, While the stars burn, the moons increase, And the great ages onward roll."

"God gives us love. Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone."

"As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her played, Blowing the ringlet from the braid."

"A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this, To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips."

"For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid."

"Broad-based upon her people’s will, And compass'd by the inviolate sea."

"And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons, when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet."

"This laurel greener from the brows Of him that utter'd nothing base."

"Well, Gosse, would you like to know what I think of Churton Collins? I think he's a Louse on the Locks of Literature."

"Once at the croak of a Raven who crost it, A barbarous people, Blind to the magic, And deaf to the melody, Snarl’d at and cursed me. A demon vext me, The light retreated, The landskip darken’d, The melody deaden’d, The Master whisper’d ‘Follow The Gleam.’"

"O young Mariner, You from the haven Under the sea-cliff, You that are watching The gray Magician With eyes of wonder, I am Merlin, And I am dying, I am Merlin Who follow The Gleam."

"Sharers of our glorious past, Brothers, must we part at last? Shall we not through good and ill Cleave to one another still? Britain's myriad voices call, 'Sons, be welded each and all, Into one imperial whole, One with Britain, heart and soul! One life, one flag, one fleet, one Throne!' Britons, hold your own!"

"First pledge our Queen this solemn night, Then drink to England, every guest; That man's the best Cosmopolite Who loves his native country best."

"The shell must break before the bird can fly."

"She sees the Best that glimmers thro’ the Worst, She feels the Sun is hid but for a night, She spies the summer thro’ the winter bud, She tastes the fruit before the blossom falls, She hears the lark within the songless egg, She finds the fountain where they wail’d ‘Mirage’!"

"For nothing worthy proving can be proven, Nor yet disproven: wherefore thou be wise, Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt, And cling to Faith beyond the forms of Faith!"

"For Knowledge is the swallow on the lake That sees and stirs the surface-shadow there But never yet hath dipt into the abysm"

"Thou that singest wheat and woodland, tilth and vineyard, hive and horse and herd; All the charm of all the Muses often flowering in a lonely word."

"Love's arms were wreathed about the neck of Hope, And Hope kiss'd Love, and Love drew in her breath In that close kiss and drank her whisper'd tales. They said that Love would die when Hope was gone. And Love mourn'd long, and sorrow'd after Hope; At last she sought out Memory, and they trod The same old paths where Love had walked with Hope, And Memory fed the soul of Love with tears."

"Where love could walk with banish'd Hope no more."

"Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths."

"Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is."

"Speak to Him thou for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet — Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet."

"And the parson made it his text that week, and he said likewise, That a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies, That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright, But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight."

"His deeds yet live, the worst is yet to come. Yet let your sleep for this one night be sound: I do forgive him!"