Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Here, Take My Heart

Here, take my heart – 'twill be safe in thy keeping.

~ Thomas Moore

My Heart Is Turned To Stone

My heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand.

~ William Shakespeare

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Poetry Lifts The Veil

Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world.

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

Hollow Tree

How oft a summer shower has started me
To seek the shelter of a hollow tree.

~ John Clare

Monday, August 29, 2016

You Mould My Hopes

You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within;
And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart
Thro' all my Being, thro' my pulse's beat;
You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light,
Like the fair light of Dawn, or summer Eve
On rippling Stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake.

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Sunday, August 28, 2016

The Spontaneous Overflow Of Powerful Feelings

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity.

~ William Wordsworth

The Mermaids Singing, Each To Each

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.

~ T. S. Eliot

Drawing: They Swam Before the Ships and Sang Lovely Songs by Louis John Rhead - Illustration for The Little Mermaid by Hans Andersen

Saturday, August 27, 2016

The Breeze Is Whispering In The Bush

The breeze is whispering in the bush,
And the leaves fall from the tree,
All sighing on, and will not hush,
Some pleasant tales of thee.

~ John Clare

Thursday, August 25, 2016

Autumn Days

Sweet and smiling are thy ways,
Beauteous, golden Autumn days.

~ Will Carleton

Mirth And Merriment

And frame your mind to mirth and merriment,
Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.

~ William Shakespeare

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

In My Sky At Twilight

In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
and your form and colour are the way I love them.
You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips
and in your life my infinite dreams live.

~ Pablo Neruda

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

The Waterfall Sings

The waterfall sings, "I find my song, when I find my freedom."

~ Rabindranath Tagore

Monday, August 22, 2016

The Unreflecting Herd

And yet not choice
But habit rules the unreflecting herd.

~ William Wordsworth

The Dewdrops

The dewdrops on every blade of grass are so much like silver drops.

~ John Clare

Saturday, August 20, 2016

I Am Out With Lanterns

I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.

~ Emily Dickinson

A Warm Soft Sleeping-Place

If in a field or tree
There might only be
Such a warm soft sleeping-place
Found for me!

~ Christina Rossetti

Friday, August 19, 2016

It's No Use Going Back To Yesterday

"I could tell you my adventures – beginning from this morning," said Alice a little timidly: "but it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then."

~ Lewis Carroll
Alice In Wonderland

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Best Be Yourself

Best be yourself, imperial, plain and true!

~ Robert Browning

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

The Brook's Soft Sound

He loved the brook's soft sound.

~ John Clare

The Arrow And The Song

The Arrow And The Song
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.

Monday, August 15, 2016

Rain Drizzles In The Face So Small

Rain drizzles in the face so small
We scarce can say it rains at all.

~ John Clare

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Daisies White

Now Nature hangs her mantle green
On every blooming tree,
And spreads her sheets o' daisies white
Out o'er the grassy lea.

~ Robert Burns

Saturday, August 13, 2016

The Grass Is Bright With Rain-Drops

The grass is bright with rain-drops.

~ William Wordsworth

Friday, August 12, 2016


Go to your fields and your gardens, and you shall learn that it is the pleasure of the bee to gather honey of the flower,
But it is also the pleasure of the flower to yield its honey to the bee.
For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life,
And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love,
And to both, bee and flower, the giving and the receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy.

~ Khalil Gibran

Thursday, August 11, 2016

But For Fattening Rain

But for fattening rain
We should have no flowers,
Never a bud or leaf again
But for soaking showers.

~ Christina Rossetti

The Language Of Love

وتعَطَّلَتْ لُغَةُ الكلامِ وخاطَبَتْ
عَيْنَيَّ في لُغَةِ الهوى عَيْناكِ
~ أحمد شوقي

The language of speech came to a halt
And your eyes spoke to mine in the language of love.
~ Ahmed Shawqi

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Even The Dearest

Even the dearest that I loved the best
Are strange – nay, rather, stranger than the rest.

~ John Clare

Tuesday, August 09, 2016

O Beautiful Is Woman

O beautiful is woman
In her secret love for Man,
Like flowers eternal blooming
And I'll win her if I can.

~ John Clare

Painting: Venus and Anchises by Sir William Blake Richmond

Monday, August 08, 2016

What Delight!

What delight
To back the flying steed, that challenges
The wind for speed!

~ James Sheridan Knowles

Photo: Lily James as Cinderella in the 2015 Disney film Cinderella.


I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.

~ Henry David Thoreau

Friday, August 05, 2016

Darkness Visible

Yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible.

~ John Milton

Thursday, August 04, 2016

Spirit Of Night

Swiftly walk over the western wave,
Spirit of Night!

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

Wednesday, August 03, 2016


And lavender, the choice of every lass.

~ John Clare

Tuesday, August 02, 2016

Monday, August 01, 2016

There Are Two Hearts

There are two Hearts whose movements thrill,
In unison so closely sweet,
That Pulse to Pulse responsive still
They Both must heave, or cease to beat.

~ Lord Byron

Wet With April Showers

I love to visit Spring's young blooms
When wet with April showers.

~ John Clare

Immortal Youth To Mortal Maids

'Tis verse that gives
Immortal youth to mortal maids.

~ Walter Savage Landor

Painting: Poet Reading To A Seated Muse by Unknown Artist

From The World Retreat

To me how sweet the whispering winds,
The woods again how sweet,
To find the peace which freedom finds,
And from the world retreat.

~ John Clare