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“As you are woman, so be lovely: As you are lovely, so be various, Merciful as constant, constant as various, So be mine, as I yours for ever.”

Quote by Robert Graves

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Robert Graves was a British poet, novelist, and translator, born on July 24, 1895, and died on December 7, 1985. His poetry is diverse and spans various literary movements from classicism to modernism. Known for his profound insights into history and mythology, Graves's novels are also highly regarded. more

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“Entrance and exit wounds are silvered clean, The track aches only when the rain reminds. The one-legged man forgets his leg of wood, The one-armed man his jointed wooden arm. The blinded man sees with his ears and hands As much or more than once with both his eyes.”

Men Hands Eye Forget Arms Rain Ears Clean Track Legs Woods Wounds His Eyes Ache Exit Entrances Blinded

Book:Collected Poems, 1959

Source: Collected Poems, 1959

“Through the window I can see Rooks above the cherry-tree, Sparrows in the violet bed, Bramble-bush and bumble-bee, And old red bracken smoulders still Among boulders on the hill, Far too bright to seem quite dead. But old Death, who can't forget, Waits his time and watches yet, Waits and watches by the door.”

Stills I Can Seems Waiting Forget Watches Doors Tree Bed Red Window Hills Bees Violet Cherries Sparrows Boulders Cherry Trees Bumble Bee

Book:Complete Poems

Source: Complete Poems

“When I'm killed, don't think of me Buried there in Cambrin Wood, Nor as in Zion think of me With the Intolerable Good. And there's one thing that I know well, I'm damned if I'll be damned to Hell!”

Ifs Thinking Knows Wells Hell One Thing Woods Buried Think Of Me Zion

Book:Complete Poems

Source: Complete Poems

“So when I'm killed, don't wait for me, Walking the dim corridor; In Heaven or Hell, don't wait for me, Or you must wait for evermore. You'll find me buried, living-dead In these verses that you've read.”

Heaven Waiting Hell Walking Buried Verses Find Me Corridors Evermore Heaven Or Hell Wait For Me

Book:Complete Poems

Source: Complete Poems

“Children born of fairy stock Never need for shirt or frock, Never want for food or fire, Always get their heart's desire.”

Want Needs Heart Children Desire Born Fire Shirts Fairy

Book:Complete Poems

Source: Complete Poems

“Where nature with accustomed round Sweeps and garnishes the ground With kindly beauty, warm or cold Alternate seasons never old: Heathen, how furiously you rage, Cursing this blood and brimstone age, How furiously against your will You kill and kill again, and kill: All thought of peace behind you cast, Till like small boys with fear aghast, Each cries for God to understand, 'I could not help it, it was my hand.”

Helping Hands Age Behinds Boys Blood Cry Cold Seasons Rounds Casts Warm Rage Accustomed Behind You Cursing Heathen Aghast

Book:Country Sentiment

Source: Country Sentiment

“Hate is a fear, and fear is rot That cankers root and fruit alike, Fight cleanly then, hate not, fear not, Strike with no madness when you strike.”

Hate Fighting Roots Madness Fruit Strikes Fear Not

Book:Complete Poems

Source: Complete Poems

“Take your delight in momentariness, Walk between dark and dark a shining space With the grave 's narrowness, though not its peace.”

Dark Space Walks Shining Delight Graves

Book:Complete Poems

Source: Complete Poems

“It may be true, that men, who are mere mathematicians, have certain specific shortcomings, but that is not the fault of mathematics, for it is equally true of every other exclusive occupation.”

Men May Certain Mathematics Faults Mere Being True Occupation Mathematician Exclusive Shortcomings

Author:Carl Friedrich Gauss

“Every fairy child may keep Two strong ponies and ten sheep; All have houses, each his own, Built of brick or granite stone; They live on cherries, they run wild I'd love to be a Fairy's child.”

May Children Two Running House Strong Ten Built Stones Fairy Sheep Bricks Cherries Ponies Granite

Book:Complete Poems

Source: Complete Poems