Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
Robert Browning (1812 - 1889)
Contributed by: Zaady
What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up, And be discharged, and straight wound up anew? No! grown, his growth lasts; taught, he ne'er forgets: May learn a thousand things, not twice the same.
Source: A Death in the Desert.
Why comes temptation, but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?
Source: The Ring and the Book. The Pope. Line 1185.
That 's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture.
Source: Home-Thoughts from Abroad. ii.
Why stay we on the earth except to grow?
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
Source: Cavalier Tunes
They are perfect; how else?-they shall never change: We are faulty; why not?-we have time in store.
Source: Old Pictures in Florence.
God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.
Source: Paracelsus. Part ii.
Into the street the piper stepped, Smiling first a little smile As if he knew what magic slept In his quiet pipe the while. And the piper advanced And the children followed.
Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll fail us: when afar You rise, remember one man saw you, Knew you, and named a star!
Copyright © 2013 Gaiam, Inc.