I am disciplining myself to learn all the sonnets. I try to learn something new every day, anything.
On Hanukkah, the first dark night, light yourself a candle bright. I’ll you, if you will me, invite to dance within that gentle light.
In chaos sublunary what remains constant but buffoonery?
If called by a panther, don’t anther.
Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross of Jesus going on before. Christ, the royal Master, leads against the foe; Forward into battle see His banners go! Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross of Jesus going on before. At the sign of triumph Satan’s host doth flee; On […]
The age is dull and mean. Men creep, Not walk; with blood too pale and tame To pay the debt we owe to shame; Buy cheap, sell dear; eat, drink, and sleep Down-pillowed, deaf to moaning want; Pay tithes for soul-insurance; keep Six day to Mammon, one to Cant.
The tongue of a poet is always the last to be corrupted.
Good poets are like angels of Heaven.
He falsifies who renders a verse just as it looks.
I think it better that in times like these a poet’s mouth be silent, for in truth we have no gift to set a statesman right.