Great Throughts Treasury

"Burn all the statutes and their shelves: they stir us up against our kind; and worse, against ourselves."

"But (for) she is in her grave - and, oh, the difference to me."

"But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave."

"But he is risen, a later star of dawn."

"But hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity."

"But how can he expect that others should build for him, sow for him, and at his call love him, who for himself will take no heed at all?"

"But hushed be every thought that springs from out the bitterness of things."

"But man is thy most awful instrument in working out a pure intent."

"But shapes that come not at an earthly call, will not depart when mortal voices bid."

"But the sweet face of Lucy Gray will never more be seen. The storm came on before its time: she wandered up and down; and many a hill did Lucy climb: but never reached the town."

"But thou art with us, with us in the past, the present, with us in the times to come. There is no grief, no sorrow, no despair, no languor, no dejection, no dismay, no absence scarcely can there be, for those who love as we do. Speed thee well!"

"But thou that didst appear so fair to fond imagination, dost rival in the light of day her delicate creation."

"But trailing clouds of glory do we come, from God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!"

"But who would force the soul tilts with a straw against a champion cased in adamant."

"But who, if he be called upon to face some awful moment to which Heaven has joined great issues, good or bad for human kind, is happy as a Lover."

"But, whenever a portion of this facility we may suppose even the greatest Poet to possess, there cannot be a doubt that the language which it will suggest of him, must, in liveliness and truth, fall far short of that with is uttered by men in real life, under the actual pressure of these passions, certain shadows of which the poet thus produced, or feels to be produced, in himself. However exalted a notion we would wish to cherish of the character of a Poet, it is obvious, that, while he describes and imitates passions, his situation is altogether slavish and mechanical, compared with the freedom and power of real and substantial action and suffering."

"But, why, ungrateful, dwell on idle pain?"

"By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest, and tumble up and down what thou findest there."

"By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same!"

"By our own spirits are we deified: we Poets in our youth begin in gladness; but thereof come in the end despondency and madness."

"Character of the happy warrior. Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he Whom every Man in arms should wish to be? ?It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his childish thought: Whose high endeavors are an inward light That make the path before him always bright: Who, with a natural instinct to discern What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn; Abides by this resolve, and stops not there, 10 But makes his moral being his prime care; Who, doom'd to go in company with Pain, And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train!"

"Characters of the great Apocalypse, the types and symbols of Eternity, of first, and last, and midst, and without end."

"Choice word and measured phrase, above the reach of ordinary men; a stately speech."

"Come forth, and bring with you a heart that watches and receives."

"Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be."

"Come into the light of things. Let nature be your teacher."

"Come, blessed barrier between day and day, dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!"

"Continuous as the stars that shine and twinkle on the milky way."

"Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves of their bad influence, and their good receives."

"Dear Child of Nature, let them rail!"

"Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; and all that mighty heart is lying still!"

"Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood."

"Do not patronize friends, simple as whatever he is."

"Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, are a substantial world, both pure and good: round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, our pastime and our happiness will grow."

"Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows like harmony in music; there is a dark inscrutable workmanship that reconciles discordant elements, makes them cling together in one society."

"Duty were our games."

"Earth has not anything to show more fair: dull would he be of soul who could pass by a sight so touching in its majesty: this city now doth, like a garment, wear the beauty of the morning; silent, bare, ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie open unto the fields and to the sky; all bright and glittering in the smokeless air."

"Earth helped him with the cry of blood."

"Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive though a happy place."

"Enough, if something from our hands have power to live, and act, and serve the future hour."

"Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky!"

"Every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath."

"Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great and original, must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished."

"Fair seedtime had my soul, and I grew up fostered alike by beauty and by fear."

"Faith is a passionate intuition."

"Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm."

"Fears and fancies thick upon me came."

"Feeling comes in aid pf feeling, and diversity of strength attends us, if but once we have been strong."

"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart."

"Five years have passed; five summers, with the length of five long winters! And again I hear these waters, rolling from their mountain-springs with a sweet inland murmur. ?Once again do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs, which on a wild secluded scene impress thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect the landscape with the quiet of the sky."