172 Quotes About English-poet

The chambers in the house of dreams Are fed with so divine an air, That Time's hoary wings grow young therein, And they who walk there are most fair.

Though man a thinking being is defined, Few use the grand prerogative of mind. How few think justly of the thinking few! How many never think, who think they do!

Far from mortal cares retreating, Sordid hopes and vain desires, Here, our willing footsteps meeting, Every heart to heaven aspires.

I am a part of all that I have seen.

As the twig is bent the tree inclines.

But meanwhile time flies; it flies never to be regained.

The descent to the infernal regions is easy enough, but to retrace one's steps, and reach the air above, there's the rub.

Age carries all things away, even the mind.

One man excels in eloquence, another in arms.