Explore popular quotes and sayings by an American poet Richard Hovey.
Last updated on November 18, 2024.
Richard Hovey was an American poet. Graduating from Dartmouth College in 1885, he is known in part for penning the school Alma Mater, Men of Dartmouth.
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.
Spring in the world! And all things are made new!
EXPRESSIONS Look without! Behold the beauty of the day, The shout of color to glad color, rocks and trees, and sun and seas, and wind and sky: All these are God's expression, art work of His hand, which men must love ere they can understand.
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.
Love seeks a guerdon; friendship is as God,Who gives and asks no payment.
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.
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.
Who would not rather flounder in the fight than not have known the glory of the fray?
Ye who made war that your ships Should lay to at the beck of no nation, Make war now on Murder, that slips The leash of her hounds of damnation; Ye who remembered the Alamo, Remember the Maine!
Nor love they least
Who strike with right good will
To vanquish ill
And fight God's battle upward from the beast.
How loving is the Lord God and how strong withal!
For 't is always fair weather When good fellows get together With a stein on the table and a good song ringing clear.
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.
East, to the dawn, or west or south or north!
Loose rein upon the neck of - and forth!
There is no sorrow like a love denied. Nor any joy like love that has its will.
I have need of the sky,
I have business with the grass;
I will up and get me away where the hawk is wheeling
Lone and high,
And the slow clouds go by.
I will get me away to the waters that glass
The clouds as they pass.
I will get me away to the woods.