English Poet Quotes

Lord Byron

Geoffrey Chaucer

Percy Bysshe Shelley

John Milton

William Wordsworth

John Keats

Bede

So do the dark in soul expire, Or live like scorpion girt by fire; So writhes the mind remorse hath riven, Unfit for earth, undoom'd for heaven, Darkness above, despair beneath, Around it flame, within it death.

Nobody ever told me what to read, or ever put poetry in my way

Isaac Rosenberg

Though like the wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone;
Yet in my dreams I'd be
Nearer, my God, to Thee.

Sarah Fuller Flower Adams

A little common sense, goodwill, and a tiny dose of unselfishness could make this goodly earth into an earthly paradise.

Richard Aldington

My flocks feed not, my ewes breed not,
My rams speed not, all is amiss.

Richard Barnfield

Forever seeking, never found,
In this wide varied scene;
Sole object of unceasing search,
While in this low terrene.
Yet vain the search, if in the heart
Some lurking passion dwell;
For this will hang with cypress wreath
Retirement's secret cell.
In vain the outward scene is calm,
In vain the world we fly;
If thou, in pure religion's garb,
Thy friendly aid deny.

This is the sanctification of your studies: when they are devoted to God, and when He is the end, the object, and the life of them all.

It is a fact that not once in all my life have I gone out for a walk. I have been taken out for walks; but that is another matter.

The little street
Into its gloom retires, secluded and shy.

Laurence Binyon

Ay, this is the famed rock, which Hercules
And Goth and Moor bequeathed us. At this door
England stands sentry.

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

My Lord Tomnoddy is thirty-four;
The Earl can last but a few years more.
My Lord in the Peers will take his place:
Her Majesty's councils his words will grace.
Office he'll hold and patronage sway;
Fortunes and lives he will vote away;
And what are his qualifications?—ONE!
He's the Earl of Fitzdotterel's eldest son.

Robert Barnabas Brough

Far from having taken any positive step, I have not yet even fommed any resolution.

Light was first
Through the Lord's word Named day:
Beauteous, bright creation!

Ask me no more, where those stars light,
That downwards fall in dead of night;
For in your eyes they sit, and there
Fixed become, as in their sphere.

O, Winter! Put away thy snowy pride;
O, Spring! Neglect the cowslip and the bell;
O, Summer! Throw thy pears and plums aside;
O, Autumn! Bid the grape with poison swell.

Thomas Chatterton

One shouldn't be too inquisitive in life Either about God's secrets or one's wife.

Geoffrey Chaucer

Love lives with Nature, not with lust. Go find her in the flowers.

Be but faithful, that is all;
Go right on, and close behind thee
There shall follow still and find thee Help, sure help.

Arthur Hugh Clough

For when thy folding-star arising shows
His paly circlet, at his warning lamp
The fragrant hours, and elves
Who slept in buds the day,
And many a nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge
And sheds the fresh'ning dew, and lovelier still,
The pensive pleasures sweet
Prepare thy shadowy car.

William Collins

The doctor looked wise: — "A slow fever," he said: Prescribed sudorifics, — and going to bed. "Sudorifics in bed," exclaim'd Will, "are humbugs! I've enough of them there, without paying for drugs!"

George Colman the Younger

I do love thee as my lambs
Are belovėd of their dams

Henry Constable

Whoso maintains that I am humbled now
(Who wait the Awful Day) is still a liar;
I hope to meet my Maker brow to brow
And find my own the higher.

Frances Cornford

True modesty is a discerning grace
And only blushes in the proper place;
But counterfeit is blind, and skulks through fear,
Where 'tis a shame to be asham'd t' appear:
Humility the parent of the first,
The last by vanity produc'd and nurs'd.

When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes.

Walter de la Mare

Uncertain ways unsafest are, and doubt a greater mischief than despair.