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“I built myself a house of glass:It took me years to make it:And I was proud. But now, alas!Would God someone would break it.”

Quote by Edward Thomas

Book:Selected Poems of Edward Thomas

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Selected Poems of Edward Thomas

This book is a compilation of Edward Thomas's most notable poems, offering readers a glimpse into his literary contributions and the depth of his poetic expression. more

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Edward Thomas was an English poet known for his work during the early 20th century. His poetry often reflected his deep connection to the English countryside and his experiences during World War I. His works are characterized by their simplicity and emotional depth. more

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“I like to think how easily Nature will absorb London as she absorbed the mastodon, setting her spiders to spin the winding-sheet and her worms to fill in the grave, and her grass to cover it pitifully up, adding flowers - as an unknown hand added them to the grave of Nero.”

Thinking Hands Flower London Graves Setting Settings Grass Sheets Worms Spiders Nero

Book:The South Country

Source: The South Country

“If I should ever by chance grow richI'll buy Codham, Cockridden, and Childerditch,Roses, Pyrgo, and Lapwater,And let them all to my eldest daughter.”

Ifs Should Grows Chance Daughter Rose Eldest Eldest Daughter

Author:Edward Thomas

“I, too, often shrivel the grey shreds,Sniff them and think and sniff again and tryOnce more to think what it is I am remembering,Always in vain. I cannot like the scent,Yet I would rather give up others more sweet,With no meaning, than this bitter one.”

Thinking Giving Remember Sweet Giving Up Bitter Vain Scent Grey

Book:Delphi Complete Poetical Works of Edward Thomas (Illustrated)

Source: Delphi Complete Poetical Works of Edward Thomas (Illustrated)

“In the long vista of the years to roll,\\ Let me not see my country's honor fade;\\ Oh! let me see our land retain its soul!\\ Her pride in Freedom, and not Freedom's shade.”

Years Long Soul Country Freedom Land Pride Honor Let Me Perseverance Shade Fades Vistas

Author:John Keats

“My spirit is too weak--mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagin'd pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick Eagle looking at the sky.”

Death Spirit Dies Sleep Sky Weak Sick Hardship Mortality Eagles Unwilling Steep Pinnacle Godlike

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Source: The Complete Works of John Keats

“I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave--thank God for the quiet grave--O! I can feel the cold earth upon me--the daisies growing over me--O for this quiet--it will be my first.”

Feels Firsts I Can Earth Death Growing Cold Quiet Graves Thank God Daisies

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“A long poem is a test of invention which I take to be the Polar star of poetry, as fancy is the sails, and imagination the rudder.”

Long Poetry Stars Imagination Tests Invention Fancy Sail Rudders

Author:John Keats

“The opinion I have of the generality of women--who appear to me as children to whom I would rather give a sugar plum than my time, forms a barrier against matrimony which I rejoice in.”

Giving Children Form Women Opinion My Time Barriers Sugar Rejoice Matrimony Generalities Plums

Book:Delphi Complete Works of John Keats (Illustrated)

Source: Delphi Complete Works of John Keats (Illustrated)

“I am certain I have not a right feeling towards women -- at this moment I am striving to be just to them, but I cannot. Is it because they fall so far beneath my boyish imagination? When I was a schoolboy I thought a fair woman a pure Goddess; my mind was a soft nest in which some one of them slept, though she knew it not.”

Mind Moments Feelings Certain Fall Women Imagination Pure Fairs Strive Goddess Nests Boyish

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“So let me be thy choir, and make a moan Upon the midnight hours.”

Hours Let Me Midnight Choir

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Source: The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats