Whether we be young or old,
Our destiny, our being’s heart and home,
Is with infinitude, and only there;
With hope it is, hope that can never die,
Effort and expectation, and desire,
And something evermore about to be.
How does the meadow flower its bloom unfold?
Because the lovely little flower is free
Down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
The best portion of a good man’s life is the little,
nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.
In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn’t know what he is doing.
Wisdom is oftimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
Not choice, but habit rules the unreflecting herd.
Our noisy years seem moments in the being of the eternal silence.
Life is divided into three terms –
that which was, which is, and which will be.
Let us learn from the past to profit by the present,
and from the present to live better in the future.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley English Poet
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge English Poet
- Edmund Spenser English Poet
- William Blake English Poet
- Christina Rossetti English Poet
- John Masefield English Poet, Novelist
- John Dryden English Poet
- Geoffrey Chaucer English Poet, Philosopher
- Solon English Poet
- John Milton English Poet