Sprinkled along the waste of years
More quotes by John Keble
When the shore is won at last,
Who will count the billows past?
As fire is kindled by fire, so is a poet's mind kindled by contact with a brother poet.
The trivial round, the common task,
Would furnish all we ought to ask.
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