Great men are rare, poets are rarer, but the great man who is a poet, transfiguring his greatness, is the rarest of all events.
John Drinkwater (1882 - 1937)
Contributed by: Siona
This be my pilgrimage and goal Daily to march and find The secret phrases of the soul, The evangels of the mind.
Contributed by: Zaady
Grant us the wil1 to fashion as we feel, Grant us the strength to labor as we know, Grant us the purpose, ribbed and edged with steel, To strike the blow.
Source: A Prayer, st. 9
And not a girl goes walking Along the Cotswold lanes But knows men's eyes in April Are quicker than their brains.
Source: Cotswold Love
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