241 Quotes by Robert Graves

"Give us Rain, Rain,' said the bean and the pea. "Not so much sun, not so much sun." But the Sun smiles bravely and encouragingly, and no rain falls and no waters run.

Look: the constant marigold / Springs again from hidden roots./ Baffled gardener, you behold / New beginnings and new shoots / Spring again from hidden roots./ Pull or stab or cut or burn / They will ever yet return.

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.

And what of pretty Nanny this hot summer weather? / She stays not contented with little or with muckle, / Straining for daisies at the end of her tether.

How is your trade, Aquarius, / This frosty night? / Complaints is many and various / And my feet are cold, says Aquarius, / There's Venus objects to Dolphin-scales, / And Mars to Crab-spawn found in my pails, / And the pump has frozen to-night, / And the pump has frozen to-night.

So these same rhymes shall still be told / To children yet unborn, / While false philosophy growing old / Fades and is killed by scorn.

Listen now this time / Shortly to my rhyme / That herewith starts / About certain kind hearts / In those stricken parts

Then soared the sudden rocket, broke in blanching showers.

A purple whale proudly sweeps his tail towards Nineveh; glassy green surges between a mile of roaring sea.