Цитаты из книги Selected Poems 1908-1969

What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage

woe to them that conquer with armies and whose only right is thier power.

filial, fraternal affection is the root of humaneness the root of the process nor are elaborate speeches and slick alacrity.

To study with the white wings of time passing is not that our delight to have friends come from far countries is not that pleasure nor to care that we are untrumpeted?

I don't know how humanity stands it with a painted paradise at the end of it without a painted paradise at the end of it

Time is the evil. Evil.

What is the use of talking, and there is no end of talking, There is no end of things in the heart.

And if you ask how I regret that parting: It is like the flowers falling at Spring's end Confused, whirled in a tangle.