J.W. Lord Quotes

Is there evil but on earth? Or pain in every peopled sphere? Well, be grateful for the sounding watchword "Evolution" here.

This world was once a fluid haze of light, Till toward the centre set the starry tides, And eddied into suns, that wheeling cast The planets: then the monster, then the man.

This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse.

And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck Shall fling her old shoe after.

Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains; They crown'd him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.

There is a tear for all who die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Not wholly in the busy world, nor quite Beyond it, blooms the garden that I love. News from the humming city comes to it It sound of funeral or of marriage bells.

Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.

Sorrow preys upon Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it From its sad visions of the other world Than calling it at moments back to this. The busy have no time for tears.

A quiet conscience makes one so serene.

I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.

He who is only just is cruel; who Upon the earth would live were all judged justly?

Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.

I have always believed that all things depended upon Fortune, and nothing upon ourselves.

The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.

He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress - or a nunnery.

I thought I could not breathe in that fine air That pure severity of perfect light I yearned for warmth and colour which I found In Lancelot.

He had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.

In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue - is hypocrisy.

I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.

There is not a more perilous or immoral habit of mind than the sanctifying of success.

Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last-far off-at last, to all, And every winter change to spring.

Her great merit is finding out mine; there is nothing so amiable as discernment.

Shelley is truth itself and honour itself notwithstanding his out-of-the-way notions about religion.

This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all.

Liberty is the prevention of control by others. This requires self-control and, therefore, religious and spiritual influences; education, knowledge, well-being.

Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed.

Every day confirms my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life, and if Virtue is not its own reward, I don't know any other stipend annexed to it.

The jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honor feels.

We love but while we may; And therefore is my love so large for thee, Seeing it is not bounded save by love.

For this is England's greatest son, He that gain'd a hundred fights, And never lost an English gun.

Sweet is true love, though given in vain.

I am on fire within. There comes no murmur of reply. What is it that will take away my sin, And save me lest I die?

But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.

We are ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times.

The woods decay, the woods decay and fall.

The dirty nurse, Experience, in her kind Hath fouled me.

Wearing the white flower of a blameless life, Before a thousand peering littlenesses, In that fierce light which beats upon a throne, And blackens every blot.

Knowledge is not happiness, and science But an exchange of ignorance for that Which is another kind of ignorance.

Books, Manuals, Directives, Regulations. The geometries that circumscribe your working life draw norrower and norrower until nothing fits inside them anymore.

Be hypocritical, be cautious, be not what you seem but always what you see.

My beautiful, my own My only Venice-this is breath! Thy breeze Thine Adrian sea-breeze, how it fans my face! Thy very winds feel native to my veins, And cool them into calmness!

Tis an old lesson; time approves it true, And those who know it best, deplore it most; When all is won that all desire to woo, The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost.

I find, by experience, that the mind and the body are more than married, for they are most intimately united; and when one suffers, the other sympathizes.

I am surrounded here by parsons and methodists, but as you will see, not infested with the mania.

No ear can hear nor tongue can tell the tortures of the inward hell!

A little still she strove, and much repented, And whispering “I will ne'er consent”—consented.

Good manners are the settled medium of social, as specie is of commercial, life; returns are equally expected for both.

A contemplative life has more the appearance of a life of piety than any other; but it is the divine plan to bring faith into activity and exercise.