Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher Swept off his tall hat to the Squire's own daughter, So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly Singing about her head, as she rode by.
If I were a girl, I'd despair. The supply of good women far exceeds that of the men who deserve them. - Robert Graves
If I were a girl, I'd despair. The supply of good women far exceeds that of the men who deserve them.
- Robert Graves
One smile relieves a heart that grieves. - Robert Graves
One smile relieves a heart that grieves.
The sap of Spring in the young wood a-stir Will celebrate with green the Mother, And every song-bird shout awhile for her; But we are gifted, even in… - Robert Graves
The sap of Spring in the young wood a-stir Will celebrate with green the Mother, And every song-bird shout awhile for her; But we are gifted, even in…
When the immense drugged universe explodes In a cascade of unendurable colour And leaves us gasping naked, This is no more than the ectasy of chaos: … - Robert Graves
When the immense drugged universe explodes In a cascade of unendurable colour And leaves us gasping naked, This is no more than the ectasy of chaos: …
Fact is not truth, but a poet who wilfully defies fact cannot achieve truth. - Robert Graves
Fact is not truth, but a poet who wilfully defies fact cannot achieve truth.
Faults in English prose derive not so much from lack of knowledge, intelligence or art as from lack of thought, patience or goodwill. - Robert Graves
Faults in English prose derive not so much from lack of knowledge, intelligence or art as from lack of thought, patience or goodwill.
Hardly one soldier in a hundred was inspired by religious feeling of even the crudest kind. It would have been difficult to remain religious in the t… - Robert Graves
Hardly one soldier in a hundred was inspired by religious feeling of even the crudest kind. It would have been difficult to remain religious in the t…
Hate is a fear, and fear is rot That cankers root and fruit alike, Fight cleanly then, hate not, fear not, Strike with no madness when you strike. - Robert Graves
Hate is a fear, and fear is rot That cankers root and fruit alike, Fight cleanly then, hate not, fear not, Strike with no madness when you strike.
Any honest housewife would sort them out,/ Having a nose for fish, an eye for apples. - Robert Graves
Any honest housewife would sort them out,/ Having a nose for fish, an eye for apples.
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