Quotes
Quotes about Earth
O bed! O bed! delicious bed!
That heaven upon earth to the weary head!
To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late;
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods?
I fill this cup to one made up
Of loveliness alone,
A woman, of her gentle sex
The seeming paragon;
To whom the better elements
And kindly stars have given
A form so fair, that, like the air,
'T is less of earth than heaven.
Genius hath electric power
Which earth can never tame,
Bright suns may scorch and dark clouds lower,
Its flash is still the same.
The life of the husbandman,--a life fed by the bounty of earth and sweetened by the airs of heaven.
Earth is here [Australia] so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she laughs with a harvest.
Earth proudly wears the Parthenon
As the best gem upon her zone.
Earth laughs in flowers to see her boastful boys
Earth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs;
Who steer the plough, but can not steer their feet
Clear of the grave.
Go where he will, the wise man is at home,
His hearth the earth, his hall the azure dome.
God may forgive sins, he said, but awkwardness has no forgiveness in heaven or earth.
Our glories float between the earth and heaven
Like clouds which seem pavilions of the sun.
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,
Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.
God sent his singers upon earth
With songs of sadness and of mirth.
Love not! love not! ye hopeless sons of clay;
Hope's gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers--
Things that are made to fade and fall away,
Ere they have blossomed for a few short hours.
A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers;
There was lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears.
O Twilight! Spirit that dost render birth
To dim enchantments; melting heaven with earth,
Leaving on craggy hills and running streams
A softness like the atmosphere of dreams.
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.
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?
We are ancients of the earth,
And in the morning of the times.
For men at most differ as heaven and earth,
But women, worst and best, as heaven and hell.
But friend, to me
He is all fault who hath no fault at all.
For who loves me must have a touch of earth.
Who can fancy warless men?
Warless? war will die out late then. Will it ever? late or soon?
Can it, till this outworn earth be dead as yon dead world the moon?
Is there evil but on earth? or pain in every peopled sphere?
None can truly write his single day,
And none can write it for him upon earth.
