R.H.Dickinson Quotes

One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted — One need not be a House — The Brain has Corridors — surpassing Material Place —

This is the Hour of Lead – Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow – First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go –

some see things as they are: others as they are” (p.82) ~CXCI

Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye....

Success is counted sweetest by those ne'er succeed.

Faith is a fine inventionWhen gentlemen can see, But microscopes are prudentIn an emergency.

THERE is no frigate like a book/ To take us lands away...

There is no Frigate like a book.

Look back on Time, with kindly eyes -He doubtless did his best -How softly sinks that trembling sunIn Human Nature's West -

This is my letter to the worldThat never wrote to me

[Based upon the message of "nothing new under the sun" in Ecclesiastes, ] If nothing ever changes, then God has no plan.

and so I sing, as the Boy does by the Burying Ground – because I am afraid –

And I, could I stand byAnd see you freeze, Without my right of frost, Death's privilege?

your brain is wider than the sky

But it is growing damp and I must go in. Memory’s fog is rising.

I suppose that having lost true love once, I never wanted to replace it with a lukewarm approximation that would only serve to make me remember it forever.

Consciousness is the only home of which we know.

Parting is all we know of Heaven, and all we need of Hell.

In snow thou comestThou shalt go with resuming groundThe sweet derision of thx crowAnd Glee's advancing sound

Truth is such a rare thing it is delightful to tell it,

I like a look of agony, because I know it's true

Art is a house that tries to be haunted.

It was not Death, for I stood up, And all the Dead, lie down—It was not Night, for all the BellsPut out their Tongues, for Noon.

Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul...

The Babies we were are buried, and their shadows are plodding on.

Hunger is a wayOf standing outside windowsThe entering takes away.

Life is death we're lengthy at

Or help one fainting RobinUnto his Nest againI shall not live in vain.

Fame is a bee.It has a song -It has a sting -Ah, too, it has a wing.

The career of flowers differs from ours only in inaudibleness. I feel more reverence as I grow for these mute creatures whose suspense or transport may surpass my own.

I dwell in possibility…

He disposes Doom who hath suffered him.

Anger as soon as fed is dead - Tis starving makes it fat.

Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me - The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality.

Finite to fail but infinite to venture.

Fame is a bee It has a song - It has a sting - Ah too it has a wing.

Anger as soon as fed is dead 'tis starving makes it fat.

The mere sense of living is joy enough.

My only sketch profile of heaven is a large blue sky and larger than the biggest I have seen in June-and in it are my friends-every one of them.

Eden is that old-fashioned House We dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode Until we drive away.

Where thou art that is home.

Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day without suspecting our abode until we drive away.

Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode until we drive away.

If I can stop one heart from breaking I shall not live in vain If I can ease one life the aching Or cool one pain Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again I shall not live in vain.

If I can stop one heart from breaking I shall not live in vain.

The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee A clover anytime to him Is aristocracy.

'Hope' is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without words And never stops - at all.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without words and never stops at all.

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all.

To make a prairie it takes clover and one bee one clover and a bee and revery The revery alone will do if bees are few.