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- I love to see, when leaves depart,
The clear anatomy arrive,
Winter, the paragon of art,
That kills all forms of life and feeling
Save what is pure and will survive.
Roy Campbell,Autumn
- Give Beauty all her right,
She's not to one form tied;
Each shape yields fair delight
Where her perfections bide.
Thomas Campion, Give Beauty All Her Right, 1-3
- Never love unless you can
Bear with all the faults of man.
Thomas Campion, Never Love Unless You Can,, 1-2
- Good thoughts his only friends,
His wealth a well-spent age,
The earth his sober inn
And quiet pilgrimage.
Thomas Campion, The Man of Life Upright, 21-24
- Youth looks on life as purest gold;
Age recons the alloy.
J.E. Carpenter, Romance of the Dreamer
- "Here lies a king, that ruled as he thought fit
The universal monarchy of wit . . . ."
Thomas Carew, An Elegy Upon the Death of Dr. Donne
- There'll always be an England
While there's a busy street,
Wherever there's a turning wheel,
A million marching feet.
Hughie Charles, There'll Always be an England (1939)
- Our life is but a dark and stormy night,
To which sense yields a weak and glimmering light,
while wandering man thinks he discerneth all
By that which makes him but mistake and fall.
Lord Herbert of Cherbury, To his mistress for her true picture
- . . .uncertain
as we are of so much in this existence, this
botched, cumbersome, much-mended,
not unsatisfactory thing.
Amy Clampitt, The Hermit Thrush, 73-76
- . . . the dexterity of Mozart,
sick with overwork, converting even hackwork into games.
Amy Clampitt, Olympia, 21-22
- Love is a climate
small things find safe
to grow in . . . .
Amy Clampitt, The Smaller Orchid, 1-3
- The golf links lie so near the mill
That almost any day
The laboring children can look out
And see the men at play.
Sarah N. Cleghorn, The Conning Tower, 1915
- Water, water, everywhere,
and all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Ancient Mariner, II, Verse 9
- And constancy lives in realms above;
And life is thorny; and youth is vain;
And to be wroth with one we love
Doth work like madness in the brain.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Sir, I admit your general rule,
That every poet is a fool,
But you yourself may serve to show it,
That every fool is not a poet.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And Hope without an object cannot live
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Work Without Hope
- And what if all of animated nature,
Be but organic Harps diversely fram'd,
That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps
Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze,
At once the soul of each, and God of all?
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Eolian Harp
- No sound is dissonant which tells of Life.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison
- And he, with many feelings, many thoughts,
Made up a meditative joy, and found
Religious meaning in the forms of Nature!
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Fears in Solitude
- I may not hope from outward forms to win
The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Dejection: An Ode
- Hence, viper thoughts, that coil around my mind,
Reality's dark dream!
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Dejection: An Ode
- Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast,
To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
William Congreve, The Mourning Bride
- There's many a one would drive the sun,
Only to set the world on fire.
Eliza Cook, Stanzas to the Young
- Hope, of all ills that men endure,
The only cheap and universal cure.
Abraham Cowley, The Mistress. For Hope.
- Enjoy the present hour,
Be thankful for the past,
And neither fear nor wish
Th' approaches of the last.
Abraham Cowley
- Variety's the very spice of life,
That give's it all its flavour.
William Cowper, The Task, Book II
- Work thou for pleasure--paint or sing or carve
The thing thou lovest, though the body starve--
Who works for glory misses oft the goal;
Who works for money coins his very soul.
Work for the work's sake, then, and it may be
That these things may be added unto thee.
Kenyon Cox, Work
- Beauties are tyrants, and if they can reign
They have no feeling for their subject's pain;
Their victim's anguish give therir charms applause,
And their chief glory is the woe they cause.
George Crabbe, The Patron
- For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea.
e.e. cummings, maggie and millie and molly and may
- yours is the light by which my spirit's born:
yours is the darkness of my soul's return
-you are my sun,my moon,and all my stars
e.e. cummings, silently if,out of not knowable
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