| Quotes |
Topic |
| Poetry | In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column, In the pentameter aye falling in melody back. |
| Poetry | Prose,words in their best order,,poetry,the best words in their best order. |
| Praise | Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God. |
| Prayer | He prayeth best who loveth best All things, both great and small. |
| Prayer | He prayeth well who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. |
| Prayer | The saints will aid if men will call, For the blue sky bends over all. |
| Pride | And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin is pride that apes humility. |
| Prophecy | Ancestral voices prophesying war. |
| Pursuit | Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head, Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. |
| Reform | Every reform, however necessary, will by weak minds be carried to an excess which will itself need reforming. |
| Remorse | Remorse is as the heart in which it grows, If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews Of true repentance, but if proud and gloomy, It is the poison tree, that pierced to the inmost, Weeps only tears of poison. |
| Results | O! lady, we receive but what we give, And in our life alone doth nature live, Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! |
| Ridicule | That passage is what I call the sublime dashed to pieces by cutting too close with the fiery four-in-hand round the corner of nonsense. |
| Rivers | In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree, Where Alph, the sacred river ran, Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. |
| Shakespeare | Our myriad-minded Shakespeare. |
| Ships | For why drives on that ship so fast, Without or wave or wind? The air is cut away before, And closes from behind. |
| Silence | And they three passed over the white sands, between the rocks, silent as the shadows. |
| Silence | Silence is a friend who will never betray. |
| Sleep | O sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven That slid into my soul. |
| Sleep | Visit her, gentle Sleep! with wings of healing, And may this storm be but a mountain-birth, May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling, Silent as though they watched the sleeping Earth! |
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