All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander
are lost
The old that is strong
does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached
by frost. (J. R. R. Tolkien)
The Road goes ever on
and on
Down from the door where
it began.
Now far ahead the Road
has gone,
And I must follow, if
I can,
Pursuing it with eager
feet,
Until it joins some larger
way
Where many paths and errands
meet.
And whither then? I cannot
say. (J.R.R. Tolkien)
Do not go gentle into
that good night,
Old age should burn and
rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the
dying of the light. (Dylan Thomas)
Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be.
The last of life, for
which the first was made. (Robert Browning)
How do I love thee? Let
me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth
and breath and height
My soul can reach, when
feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being
and ideal Grace. (Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
Love me sweet with all
thou art
Feeling, thinking, seeing;
Love me in the Lightest
part,
Love me in full Being. (Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
Love rules the court,
the camp, the grove,
And men below, and saints
above:
For love is heaven, and
heaven is love. (Sir Walter Scott)
The woods are lovely,
dark and deep,
But I have promises to
keep,
And miles to go before
I sleep,
And miles to go before
I sleep. (Robert Frost)
Two roads diverged in
a wood, and I — I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all
the difference. (Robert
Frost)
To see a world in a grain
of sand,
And heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm
of your hand,
And eternity in an hour. (William Blake)
If the doors of perception
were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is – infinite. (William
Blake)
To make a prairie it takes
a clover and one bee
- And reverie.
The reverie alone will
do, if bees are few. (Emily Dickinson)
All we see or seem
Is but a dream within
a dream. (Edgar Allan Poe)
I am a part of all that
I have met;
Yet all experience is
an arch wherethro’
Gleams that untravell’d
world, whose margins fades
For ever when I move. (Alfred Lord Tennyson)
Tho’ much is taken,
much abides; and tho’
We are not now that strength
which in old days
Moved earth and heaven;
that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of herioc
hearts,
Made weak by time and
fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to
find, and not to yield. (Alfred Lord Tennyson)
Reach high, for stars
lie hidden in your soul.
Dream deep, for every
dream precedes the goal. (Ralph Vaull Starr)
Life, like a dome of many-colored
glass,
Stains the white radiance
of eternity. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
I was born to catch dragons
in their dens
And pick flowers
To tell tales and laugh
away the morning
To drift and dream like
a lazy stream
And walk barefoot across
sunshine days. (James Kavanaugh)
If I could take your troubles
I would toss them into
the sea,
But all these things I'm
finding
Are impossible for me.
I cannot build a mountain
Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know
best,
A friend that is always
there. (Khahlil Gibran)
We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers
of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea
breakers,
And sitting by desolate
streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon
gleams:
Yet we are the movers
and shakers
Of the world forever,
it seems. (Arthur O'Shaughnessy)
To dream the impossible
dream,
To fight the unbeatable
foe,
To bear the unbearable
sorrow,
To run where the brave
dare not go.
To right the unrightable
wrong,
To love pure and chaste
from afar,
To try when your arms
are too weary,
To reach the unreachable
star.
This is my quest, to follow
that star,
No matter how hopeless,
no matter how far.
To fight for the right
without question or pause;
To be willing to march
into hell for a heavenly cause. (Jim Darion)
The summit of the mountain,
The thunder of the sky,
The rhythm of the sea,
Speaks to me,
And my heart soars. (Dan George)
The world is charged with
the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like
shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness,
like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod,
have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with
trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s
smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot
feel, being shod.
(Gerard Manley Hopkins)
And for all this nature
is never spent;
There lives the dearest
freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights
off the black West went
Oh, Morning, at the brown
brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost
over the bent
World broods with warm
breast and with ah! bright wings.
(Gerard Manley Hopkins)
There was a time when
meadow, grove,
And stream,
The earth, and every common
sight,
To me did seem Apparelled
in celestial light,
The glory and the fresness
of a dream. (William Wordsworth)
Deep peace of the Running
Wave to you.
Deep peace of the Flowing
Air to you.
Deep peace of the Quiet
Earth to you.
Deep peace of the Shining
Stars to you.
Deep peace of the Gentle
Night to you.
Deep peace of the Brilliant
Sun to you.
Moon and Stars pour their
healing light on you.
Deep peace to you. (A Gaelic Blessing)
Mine — by the Right
of the White Election!
Mine — by the Royal
Seal!
Mine — by the Sign
in the Scarlet Prison —
Bars — cannot conceal!
Mine —- here —
in Vision — and in Veto!
Mine — by the Grave’s
Repeal —
Delirious Charter!
Mine — long as Ages
steal. (Emily Dickinson)
Beneath the rose the desert
grows,
Beneath the desert grows
the sea:
How fathom that clear
profundity,
End of all shadows and
their source,
Blazing on whichare spun
The Pole Star and the
Sun. (Lewis Thompson)
Time there hath been when
only God was All,
And it shall be again. The hour is nam’d
When seraph, cherub, angel,
saint, man, fiend,
Made pure, and unbelievably
uplift
Above their present state,
drawn up to God
Like dew into the air, shall All be heav’n;
All souls shall be in
God, and shall be God,
And nothing but God be. (Phillip Bailey)
If
ye lay bound upon the wheel of change,
And
no way were of breaking from the chain,
The
Heart of boundless being is a curse,
The
Soul of Things fell Pain.
Ye
are not bound! The Soul of Things is sweet,
The
Heart of Being is celestial Rest;
Stronger
than woe is will: that which was Good
Doth pass to Better—Best.
Before beginning, and without an end,
As space eternal and as surety sure,
Is fixed a Power divine which moves to good,
Only its laws endure. (Sir
Edwin Arnold)