Poetry Quotes

Je suis la plaie et le couteau!
Je suis le soufflet et la joue!
Je suis les membres et la roue,
Et la victime et le bourreau!

Je suis de mon coeur le vampire,
— Un de ces grands abandonnés
Au rire éternel condamnés
Et qui ne peuvent plus sourire!

Love walked alone.
The rocks cut her tender feet,
And the brambles tore her fair limbs.
There came a companion to her,
But, alas, he was no help,
For his name was Heart's Pain.

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath.

He sat upon the rolling deck
Half away from home,
And smoke a Capstan cigarette
And watched the blue wave tipped with foam.

He had a mermaid on his arm,
And anchor on his breast,
And tattooed on his back he had
A blue bird in a nest.

Not all those who wander are lost.

And I was
Never sure
Whether you
Were the
Lighthouse or
The storm.

Love is not love,
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.

The world is so full of a number of things,
I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.

But down he came. — Alas, how frail
Our best of hopes, how soon they fail!

Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.

Cold frost and sunshine: day of wonder!
But you, my friend, are still in slumber-
Wake up, my beauty, time belies:
You dormant eyes, I beg you, broaden
Toward the northerly Aurora,
As though a northern star arise!

Believe while others are doubting.
Plan while others are playing.
Study while others are sleeping.
Decide while others are delaying.
Prepare while others are daydreaming.
Begin while others are procrastinating.
Work while others are wishing.
Save while others are wasting.
Listen while others are talking.
Smile while others are frowning.
Commend while others are criticizing.
Persist while others are quitting.

And the best at murder are those who preach against it,
And the best at hate are those who preach love,
And the best at war finally are those who preach peace.

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

Unable are the Loved to die
For Love is Immortality
Nay, it is Deity
Unable they that love — to die
For Love reforms Vitality
Into Divinity

But those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,
And they are rich and ransom all ill deeds.