Edwin Arlington Robinson Quotes

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For when a woman is left too much alone, sooner or later she begins to think; and no man knows what then she may discover.

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Love must have wings to fly away from love, And to fly back again.

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Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal,
There where the vines cling crimson on the wall,
And in the twilight wait for what will come.

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Language that tells us, through a more or less emotional reaction,
something that can not be said.

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Ah, when shall come love's courage to be strong!
Tell me, O Lord--tell me, O Lord, how long
Are we to keep Christ writhing on the cross!

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Poets and kings are but the clerks of Time,
Tiering the same dull webs of discontent,
Clipping the same sad alnage of the years.

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Still searching, like poor old astronomers, Who totter off to bed and go to sleep To dream of untriangulated stars.

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I cannot find my way: there is no star
In all the shrouded heavens anywhere

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And we who delve in beauty's lore
Know all that we have known before
Of what inexorable cause
Makes Time so vicious in his reaping.

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No matter what we are, and what we sing,
Time finds a withered leaf in every laurel

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Were it not for love, Poor life would be a ship not worth launching.

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I would have rid the earth of him Once, in my pride. I never knew the worth of him Until he died.

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Miniver Cheevy, born too late,
Scratched his head and kept on thinking;
Miniver coughed and called it fate,
And kept on drinking.

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Here where the wind is always north-northeast,
And children learn to walk on frozen toes.

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The world is... a kind of spiritual kindergarten, where millions of bewildered infants are trying to spell God with the wrong blocks.

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There is ruin and decay In the House on the Hill: They are all gone away, There is nothing more to say.

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Are we no greater than the noise we make
Along one blind atomic pilgrimage
Whereon by crass chance billeted we go
Because our brains and bones and cartilage
Will have it so?

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Your Dollar is your only Word,
The wrath of it your only fear.
You build it altars tall enough
To make you see, but your are blind;
You cannot leave it long enough
To look before you or behind.

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He was himself and he had lost the speed
He started with, and he was left behind.

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The small intolerable drums
Of time are like slow drops descending.

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Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich—yes, richer than a king—
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.

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A word has its use,
Or, like a man, it will soon have a grave.

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The world is not a 'prison house', but a kind of kindergarten, where millions of bewildered infants are trying to spell God with the wrong blocks.

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A thousand golden sheaves were lying there,
Shining and still, but not for long to stay—
As if a thousand girls with golden hair
Might rise from where they slept and go away.

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To some will come a time when change itself is beauty, if not heaven.

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The stillness of October gold
Went out like beauty from a face.

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Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.

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Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,
Grew lean while he assailed the seasons;
He wept that he was ever born,
And he had reasons.

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You have made
The cement of your churches out of tears
And ashes, and the fabric will not stand.

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The gods are growing old;
The stars are singing Golden hair to gray
Green leaf to yellow leaf,—or chlorophyl
To xanthophyl, to be more scientific.

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