Lewis Morris (poet) quotes

The love of the Right, tho' cast down, the hate of victorious Ill, All are sparks from the central fire of a boundless beneficent will. (Lewis Morris (poet))
Sound, jocund strains; on pipe and viol sound, Young voices sing; Wreathe every door with snow-white voices round, For lo! 't is Spring! Winter has passed with its sad funeral train, And Love revives again. View quote
Lewis Morris (poet)
Rest springs from strife and dissonant chords beget Divinest harmonies. View quote
Lewis Morris (poet)
Call no faith false which e'er hath brought Relief to any laden life, Cessation to the pain of thought, Refreshment mid the dust of strife. View quote
Lewis Morris (poet)
What power was this-chance, will you say? But chance, what else can it mean Than the hidden Cause of things by human reason unseen? View quote
Lewis Morris (poet)
Love for Love And Blood for Blood-the simple golden rule Taught by the elder gods. View quote
Lewis Morris (poet)
The world still needs Its champion as of old, and finds him still. View quote
Lewis Morris (poet)
Toil is the law of life and its best fruit. View quote
Lewis Morris (poet)
The victories of Right Are born of strife. There were no Day were there no Night, Nor, without dying, Life. View quote
Lewis Morris (poet)
The wind that sighs before the dawn Chases the gloom of night, The curtains of the East are drawn, And suddenly-'t is light. View quote
Lewis Morris (poet)
The passionate love of Right, the burning hate of Wrong. (Lewis Morris (poet))
Life is a chase, And man the hunter, always following on, With hounds of rushing thought or fiery sense, Some hidden truth or beauty, fleeting still For ever through the thick-leaved coverts deep And wind-worn wolds of life. View quote
Lewis Morris (poet)