Quotes from Richard Hovey

The East and the West in the spring of the world shall blend / As a man and a woman that plight / Their troth in the warm spring night.

How loving is the Lord God and how strong withal!

For it's always fair weatherWhen good fellows get togetherWith a stein on the table and a good song ringing clear.

Our cheer goes back to them, the valiant dead! Laurels and roses on their graves to-day, Lilies and laurels over them we lay, And violets o'er each unforgotten head.

I am fevered with the sunset, I am fretful with the bay, For the wander-thirst is on me And my soul is in Cathay.

There is no sorrow like a love denied. Nor any joy like love that has its will.

Nor love they least Who strike with right good will To vanquish ill And fight God's battle upward from the beast.

Love seeks a guerdon; friendship is as God,Who gives and asks no payment.

Who would not rather flounder in the fight than not have known the glory of the fray?

For 't is always fair weather When good fellows get together With a stein on the table and a good song ringing clear.

The wealth of nations is men, not silk and cotton and gold.

And you prate of the wealth of nations, as if it were bought and sold, The wealth of nations is men, not silk and cotton and gold.

I am sick of four walls and a ceiling I have need of the sky, I have business with the grass.

I do not know beneath what sky nor on what seas shall be thy fate; I only know it shall be high, I only know it shall be great.