Category: poet
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It is a sweet and seemly thing to die for one’s country.
Horace
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For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.
William Wordsworth
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Won’t it be wonderful when black history and native American history and Jewish history and all of U.S. history is taught from one book. Just U.S. history.
Maya Angelou
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Sweet is the scene where genial friendship plays the pleasing game of interchanging praise.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
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Lovers may be – and indeed generally are – enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.
Lord Byron
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Two such as you with such a master speed, cannot be parted nor be swept away, from one another once you are agreed, that life is only life forevermore, together wing to wing and oar to oar.
Robert Frost
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The soul’s joy lies in doing.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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One could laugh at the world better if it didn’t mix tender kindliness with its brutality.
D. H. Lawrence
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Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.
Victor Hugo
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Believe me, than in half the creeds.
Alfred Lord Tennyson