Joyce Kilmer quotes - page 2

Is Freedom only a Will-o'-the-wisp To cheat a poet's eye? Be it phantom or fact, it's a noble cause In which to sing and to die! (Joyce Kilmer)
It's a rough road and a steep road and it stretches broad and far, But at last it leads to a golden Town where golden Houses are. View quote
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They shall not live who have not tasted death. They only sing who are struck dumb by God. View quote
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Yet stars in greater numbers shine, And violets in millions grow, And they in many a golden line Are sung, as every child must know. View quote
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I saw him through a thousand veils, And has not this sufficed? Now, must I look on the Devil robed In the radiant Robe of Christ? View quote
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When Dawn strides out to wake a dewy farm Across green fields and yellow hills of hay The little twittering birds laugh in his way And poise triumphant on his shining arm. He bears a sword of flame but not to harm The wakened life that feels his quickening sway And barnyard voices shrilling "It is day!" View quote
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Here is a shop of wonderment. From every land has come a prize. View quote
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And now deep in his weary heart Are sacred flames that whitely burn. He has of Heaven's grace a part Who loves, who is beloved in turn. View quote
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He bears a sword of flame but not to harm The wakened life that feels his quickening sway And barnyard voices shrilling "It is day!" Take by his grace a new and alien charm. View quote
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May we, their grateful children, learn ⁠Their strength, who lie beneath this sod, Who went through fire and death to earn ⁠At last the accolade of God. View quote
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An iron hand has stilled the throats That throbbed with loud and rhythmic glee. (Joyce Kilmer)
And it was grief that made Mankind your lover, And it was grief that made you love Mankind. View quote
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What if your yard be narrow? What if your house be small? There is a Guest is coming Will glorify it all. View quote
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All joys and passions that Mankind may know By you were nobly felt and nobly sung. View quote
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Madame, a poor poet, one of your singing servants yet on earth, Has asked me to say that at this moment he is especially grateful to you For wearing a blue gown. View quote
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The bugle echoes shrill and sweet, But not of war it sings to-day. The road is rhythmic with the feet ⁠Of men-at-arms who come to pray. View quote
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In shining rank on rank arrayed They march, the legions of the Lord; He is their Captain unafraid, The Prince of Peace . . . Who brought a sword. View quote
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Have pity on our foolishness And give us eyes, that we may see Beneath the shopman's clumsy dress The splendor of humanity! View quote
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It seems appropriate to me to state According to a venerable and agreeable custom, That I love a beautiful lady. View quote
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There lie many fighting men. Dead in their youthful prime Never to laugh nor love again Nor taste the Summertime. View quote
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They say that life is a highway and its milestones are the years, And now and then there's a toll-gate where you buy your way with tears. It's a rough road and a steep road and it stretches broad and far, But at last it leads to a golden Town where golden Houses are. (Joyce Kilmer)
In a wood they call the Rouge Bouquet, There is a new-made grave today, Built by never a spade nor pick, Yet covered with earth ten meteres thick. There lie many fighting men. Dead in their youthful prime Never to laugh nor love again Nor taste the Summertime. View quote
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An iron hand has stilled the throats That throbbed with loud and rhythmic glee And dammed the flood of silver notes That drenched the world in melody. View quote
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Here is a shop of wonderment. From every land has come a prize; Rich spices from the Orient, And fruit that knew Italian skies, And figs that ripened by the sea In Smyrna, nuts from hot Brazil, Strange pungent meats from Germany, And currants from a Grecian hill. View quote
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For, once he thrilled with high romance And tuned to love his eager voice. Like any cavalier of France He wooed the maiden of his choice. And now deep in his weary heart Are sacred flames that whitely burn. He has of Heaven's grace a part Who loves, who is beloved in turn. View quote
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