Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man's deceiver Was never mine..

Ten thousand times I've done my best and all's to do again..

White in the moon the long road lies..

I find Cambridge an asylum, in every sense of the word..

Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin….

Tomorrow, more's the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I..

Look not in my eyes, for fear They mirror true the sight I see, And there you find your face too clear And love it and be lost like me..

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….

I sought them far and found them, The sure, the straight, the brave, The hearts I lost my own to, The souls I could not save They braced their belts ….

How clear, how lovely bright, How beautiful to sight Those beams of morning play; How heaven laughs out with glee Where, like a bird set free, Up fro….

I think that to transfuse emotion - not to transmit thought but to set up in the reader's sense a vibration corresponding to what was felt by the wri….

On occasions, after drinking a pint of beer at luncheon, there would be a flow into my mind with sudden and unaccountable emotion, sometimes a line o….

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 ….

Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man..

Could man be drunk for ever With liquor, love, or fights, Lief should I rouse at morning And lief lie down of nights. But men at whiles a….

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..

To justify God's ways to man..

The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers' meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When t….

Why, if 'tis dancing you would be, There's brisker pipes than poetry. Say, for what were hop-yards meant, Or why was Burton built on Trent? Oh many a….

We now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more..

Existence is not itself a good thing, that we should spend a lifetime securing its necessaries: a life spent, however victoriously, in securing the n….