32 quotes
It’s no use crying over spilt evils. It’s better to mop them up laughing.
Gypsy and Ginger (1920)
Of what use to destroy the children of evil? It is evil itself we must destroy at the roots.
Martin Pippin in the Apple Orchard (1922)
Thou God of stone, I have a craving in me
For knowledge of thee as thou wert in old
Enchanted twilights in Arcadia.
Pan-Worship and Other Poems (1908)
Of troubles know I none,
Of pleasures know I many —
I rove beneath the sun
Without a single penny.
Pan-Worship and Other Poems (1908)
O evanescent temples built of man
To deities he honoured and dethroned!
Earth shoots a trail of her eternal vine
To crown the head that men have ceased to honour.
Pan-Worship and Other Poems (1908)
Upon your shattered ruins where
This vine will flourish still, as rare,
As fresh, as fragrant as of old.
Love will not crumble.
Pan-Worship and Other Poems (1908)
You think you hold the core and kernel
Of all the world beneath your crust,
Old dial? But when you lie in dust,
This vine will bloom, strong, green, and proved.
Love is eternal.
Pan-Worship and Other Poems (1908)
The stallion of heaven,
The steed of the skies,
The horse of the singer
Who sings as he flies.
The New Book of Days (1961)
For all the ill that is in us comes from fear, and all the good from love.
Martin Pippin in the Apple Orchard (1922)
No love-story has ever been told twice. I never heard any tale of lovers that did not seem to me as new as the world on its first morning.
Martin Pippin in the Apple Orchard (1922)
Sweet the rain's new fall,
Sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dewfall
On the first grass.
Every man's life (and … every woman's life), awaits the hour of blossoming that makes it immortal … love is a divinity above all accidents, and guards his own with extraordinary obstinacy.
Martin Pippin in the Apple Orchard (1922)
From the blood of Medusa
Pegasus sprang.
His hoof of heaven
Like melody rang.
The New Book of Days (1961)
I will fight for you, yes, and you will fight for me.
Martin Pippin in the Apple Orchard (1922)
King's Cross!
What shall we do?
His Purple Robe
Is rent in two!
Nursery Rhymes of London Town (1916)
My harp and I a-wandering
Went over Snowdon Mountain,
From Anglesey to Swansea Bay
It sang like any fountain.
More Nursery Rhymes of London Town (1917)
Out upon you, Jerry! Jerry, you're a pity!
Jerry, turn about and plant a garden in the City!
More Nursery Rhymes of London Town (1917)
In Fleet Street, in Fleet Street, the People are so fleet
They barely touch the cobble-stones with their nimble feet!
Nursery Rhymes of London Town (1916)
Morning has broken,
Like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken
Like the first bird.
Praise for the singing!
Praise for the morning!
Praise for them springing
Fresh from the Word!
Morning Has Broken (1931)
Praise with elation,
Praise every morning,
God's re-creation
Of the new day!
Morning Has Broken (1931)