Occupation: Poet Birth: March 26, 1859 Death: April 30, 1936
'Tis spring; come out to ramble The hilly brakes around, For under thorn and bramble About the hollow ground The primroses are found. And there'….
Clay lies still, but blood's a rover; Breath's aware that will not keep. Up, lad: when the journey's over then there'll be time enough to sleep..
Here dead lie we because we did not choose to live and shame the land from which we sprung. Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose; but young men ….
Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man..
But if you ever come to a road where danger; Or guilt or anguish or shame's to share. Be good to the lad who loves you true, And the soul that was bo….
Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think..
And how am I to face the odds Of man's bedevilment and God's? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made..
There, like the wind through woods in riot, Through him the gale of life blew high; The tree of man was never quiet: Then 'twas the Roman, now ….
The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, an….
The bells they sound on Bredon, And still the steeples hum. "Come all to church, good people"- Oh, noisy bells, be dumb; I hear you, I will come..
Do not ever read books about versification: no poet ever learnt it that way. If you are going to be a poet, it will come to you naturally and you wil….
There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs..
Good religious poetry... is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout..
Ten thousand times I've done my best and all's to do again..
Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write..
The laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can; Not I: let God and man decree Laws for themselves and not for me..
The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic..
And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears..
Terence, this is stupid stuff: You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see the rate you drink your beer. But oh,….
Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again..
To justify God's ways to man..