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I think that the trivialness of life is, and personally to each one, ought to be seen to be, done away with by the Incarnation.
It is a happy thing that there is no royal road to poetry. The world should know by this time that one cannot reach Parnassus except by flying thither.
All the world is full of inscape and chance left free to act falls into an order as well as purpose.
Over again I feel thy finger and find thee.
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
Give beauty back, beauty, beauty, beauty, back to God, beauty's self and beauty's giver.
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
For myself I make no secret, I look forward with eager desire to seeing the matchless beauty of Christ’s body in the heavenly light.
It kills me to be time’s eunuch and never to beget.
I always knew in my heart Walt Whitman’s mind to be more like my own than any other man’s living. As he is a very great scoundrel this is not a pleasant confession.
What I do is me: for that I came.
Our Lord Jesus Christ, my brethren, is our hero, a hero all the world wants.
Abel is Cain's brother and breasts they have sucked the same.
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things.
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
By the by, if the English race had done nothing else, yet if they left the world the notion of a gentleman, they would have done a great service to mankind.
Lovely the woods, waters, meadows, combes, vales,
All the air things wear that build this world of Wales.
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
Mine, O thou lord of life, send my roots rain.
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
Take breath and read it with the ears, as I always wish to be read, and my verse becomes all right.
On this day by God's grace I resolved to give up all beauty until I had His leave for it.
That is the great end of empires before God, to be Catholic and draw nations into their Catholicism. But our empire is less and less Christian as it grows.
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed.
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
Beauty … is a relation, and the apprehension of it a comparison.