Quotes
Quotes about Art
Thou large-brained woman and large-hearted man.
Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.
That this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
Oh would I were a boy again,
When life seemed formed of sunny years,
And all the heart then knew of pain
Was wept away in transient tears!
When every tale Hope whispered then,
My fancy deemed was only truth.
Oh, would that I could know again,
The happy visions of my youth.
But on and up, where Nature's heart
Beats strong amid the hills.
The beating of my own heart
Was all the sound I heard.
A still small voice spake unto me,
"Thou art so full of misery,
Were it not better not to be?"
Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'T is only noble to be good.
Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood.
Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace!
Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,
While the stars burn, the moons increase,
And the great ages onward roll.
Of love that never found his earthly close,
What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts;
Or all the same as if he had not been?
Ah, when shall all men's good
Be each man's rule, and universal peace
Lie like a shaft of light across the land,
And like a lane of beams athwart the sea,
Thro' all the circle of the golden year?
I am a part of all that I have met.
With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.
We are ancients of the earth,
And in the morning of the times.
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.
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean.
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
But for the unquiet heart and brain
A use in measured language lies;
The sad mechanic exercise
Like dull narcotics numbing pain.
Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break.
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand!
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be!
Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.
For men at most differ as heaven and earth,
But women, worst and best, as heaven and hell.
I thought that he was gentle, being great;
O God, that I had loved a smaller man!
I should have found in him a greater heart.
But friend, to me
He is all fault who hath no fault at all.
For who loves me must have a touch of earth.
Strength of heart
And might of limb, but mainly use and skill,
Are winners in this pastime.
The song that nerves a nation's heart
Is in itself a deed.
