Joyce Kilmer Short Quotes

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There is no place in which to hide when Age comes seeking for his bride.

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The song within your heart could never rise
Until love bade it spread its wings and soar.

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The air is like a butterfly
With frail blue wings.
The happy earth looks at the sky
And sings.

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The fairy poet takes a sheet Of moonbeam, silver white; His ink is dew from daisies sweet, His pen a point of light.

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The only reason a road is good as every wanderer knows / Is just because of the homes, the homes, the homes to which one goes

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At the foot of the Cross on Calvary
Three soldiers sat and diced,
And one of them was the Devil
And he won the Robe of Christ.

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There is no peace to be taken
With poets who are young,
For they worry about the wars to be fought
and the songs that must be sung.

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When you say of the making of ballads and songs that it is woman's work
You forget all the fighting poets that have been in every land.

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The scene shall never fit the deed.
Grotesquely wonders come to pass.
The fool shall mount an Arab steed
And Jesus ride upon an ass.

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He is the lord of goodly things
That make the poor man's table gay,
Yet of his worth no minstrel sings
And on his tomb there is no bay.

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Her soul's light shines through,
But her soul cannot be seen.
It is something elusive, whimsical, tender, wanton, infantile, wise
And noble.

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There is no rope can strangle song
And not for long death takes his toll.
No prison bars can dim the stars
Nor quicklime eat the living soul.

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This man has home and child and wife
And battle set for every day.
This man has God and love and life;
These stand, all else shall pass away.

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There is no strange and distant place
That is not gladdened by His face.
And every nation kneels to hail
The Splendour shining through Its veil.

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An iron hand has stilled the throats
That throbbed with loud and rhythmic glee
And dammed the flood of silver notes
That drenched the world in melody.

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Love is made out of ecstasy and wonder;
Love is a poignant and accustomed pain.
It is a burst of Heaven-shaking thunder;
It is a linnet's fluting after rain.

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Your eyes, that looked on glory, could discover
The angry scar to which the world was blind:
And it was grief that made Mankind your lover,
And it was grief that made you love Mankind.

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What matters Death, if Freedom be not dead?
No flags are fair, if Freedom's flag be furled.
Who fights for Freedom, goes with joyful tread
To meet the fires of Hell against him hurled.

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