R.H.Dickinson Quotes

Not if Their Party were waiting, Not if to talk with Me Were to Them now, Homesickness After Eternity.

By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted- Which Blossom in the dark.

Prosperity Whose sources are interior. As soon Adversity A diamond overtake.

Which Anguish was the utterest--then-- To perish, or to live?

A Dominie in Gray-- Put gently up the evening Bars-- And led the flock away

You cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night!

The Brain is just the weight of God-- For--Heft them--Pound for Pound-- And they will differ--if they do-- As Syllable from Sound

To possess is past the instant; we achieve the joy, immortality contented, were anomaly.

Remorse is cureless--the Disease Not even God--can heal-- For 'tis His institution--and The Adequate of Hell

I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod.

My life closed twice before its close

The sun proceeds unmoved To measure off another day For an approving God.

And you dropt, lost, When something broke-- And let you from a Dream

My business is circumference.

The Service without Hope Is tenderest, I think-- ... There is no Diligence like that That knows not an Until

These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look.

Just a turn of the doorknob, and there lies freedom.

Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity - Unable they that love - to die For Love reforms Vitality Into Divinity.

PRESENTIMENT is that long shadow on the lawn Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.

Existence has overpowered Books. Today I slew a Mushroom.

Here is a little forest Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In its unfading flowers I hear the bright bee hum; Prithee, my brother, Into my garden come!

What Soft--Cherubic Creatures-- These Gentlewomen are-- One would as soon assault a Plush-- Or violate a Star

I never saw a meme; I never saw the sea.

If fame belonged to me, I could not escape her; if she did not, the longest day would pass me on the chase, and the approbation of my dog would forsake me.

Speech is one symptom of affection; and silence one; the perfect communication is heard of none.

Mirth is the Mail of Anguish --

Safe Despair it is that raves- Agony is frugal. Puts itself severe away For its own perusal.

Experiment has a stimulus which withers its fear.

No ladder needs the bird but skies To situate its wings, Nor any leaders grim baton Arraigns it as it sings.

He deposes Doom Who hath suffered him.

Not 'Revelation'-'tis that waits/ But our unfurnished eyes

I had a terror-since September -I could tell to none-and so I sing, as the Boy does by the Burying Ground-because I am afraid.

Sweet Skepticism of the Heart That knows and does not know And tosses like a Fleet of Balm Affronted by the snow.

Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?

A Deed knocks first at Thought And then - it knocks at Will - That is the manufacturing spot.

That short, potential stir That each can make but once, That bustle so illustrious Tis almost consequence, Is the eclat of death.

The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear- Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year.

Belshazzar had a letter,-- He never had but one; Belshazzar's correspondence Concluded and begun In that immortal copy The conscience of us all Can read without its glasses On revelation's wall.

... And then I heard them lift a box, And creak across my soul With those same boots of lead, again, Then space began to toll.

The Things that never can come back, are several- Childhood-some forms of Hope-the Dead- Though Joys-like Men-may sometimes make a Journey- And still abide-.

When we think of his lone effort to live and its bleak reward, the mind turns to the myth "for His mercy endureth forever," with confiding revulsion.

Love is done when Loves begun, Sages say, But have Sages known?

A Murmur in the Trees - to note - Not loud enough - for Wind - A Star - not far enough to seek - Nor near enough - to find

Spring's first conviction is a wealth beyond its whole experience.

Unto a broken heart No other one may go Without the high prerogative Itself hath suffered too.

I cling to nowhere until I fall - the crash of Nothing.

The Crime, from us, is hidden, [though] he is presumed to know.

Those who lift their hats shall see Nature as devout do God.

I cannot help esteem The 'Bird within the Hand' Superior to the one The 'Bush' may yield me Or may not Too late to choose again

To be alive is power; existence in itself; without a further function; omnipotence.