Robert Williams Buchanan famous quotes

I wander forth this chill December dawn: John Frost and all his elves are out, I see, As busy as the elfin world can be, Clothing a world asleep with fleecy lawn.
-- Robert Williams Buchanan

#Frost #World #Dawn

All that is beautiful shall abide, All that is base shall die.
-- Robert Williams Buchanan

#Beauty #Beautiful

Beauty and Truth, tho' never found, are worthy to be sought.
-- Robert Williams Buchanan

#Beauty #Found #Worthy

The earth is rocking, the skies are riven-- Jove in a passion, in god-like fashion, Is breaking the crystal urns of heaven.
-- Robert Williams Buchanan

#Fashion #Passion #Sky

Tho' the world could turn from you, This, at least, I learn from you: Beauty and Truth, tho' never found, are worthy to be sought, The singer, upward-springing, Is grander than his singing, And tranquil self-sufficing joy illumes the dark of thought. This, at least, you teach me, In a revelation: That gods still snatch, as worthy death, the soul in its aspiration.
-- Robert Williams Buchanan

#Dark #Self #Joy

Ice burns, and it is hard to the warm-skinned to distinguish one sensation, fire, from the other, frost.

Behold the groves that shine with silver frost, their beauty withered, and their verdure lost!

Blake has always been a favorite, the lyrics, not so much the prophetic books, but I suppose Yeats influenced me more as a young poet, and the American, Robert Frost.

I had A Lover's Quarrel With The World Robert Lee Frost (Old Bennington Cemetery, Bennington, Vermont) Our Darling Eva We Love You.

Ever a glutton, at another's cost, But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost.

I'm the world's expert on sterotypes held by academics about athletes and held by athletes about academics. To me, both of them are caricatures.

Who made the world I cannot tell; 'Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.

I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made.

First Conjuration Addressed to Emperor Lucifer. Emperor Lucifer, Master and Prince of Rebellious Spirits, I adjure thee to leave thine abode, in what-ever quarter of the world it may be situated and come hither to communicate with me.

Let me tell you, though: being the smartest boy in the world wasn’t easy. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t want this. On the contrary, it was a huge burden. First, there was the task of keeping my brain perfectly protected. My cerebral cortex was a national treasure, a masterpiece of the Sistine Chapel of brains. This was not something that could be treated frivolously. If I could have locked it in a safe, I would have. Instead, I became obsessed with brain damage.