Richard Henry Stoddard Quotes

• Once, when the days were ages, And the old Earth was young, The high gods and the sages From Nature's golden pages Her open secrets wrung.

  Richard Henry Stoddard

  Nature, Secret, Age

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• We love in others what we lack ourselves, and would be everything but what we are.

  Richard Henry Stoddard

  Marriage, Would Be

  Richard Henry STODDARD (1852). “Poems”, p.71

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• There is no death. The thing that we call death
  Is but another, sadder name for life.

  Richard Henry Stoddard

  Death, Names, Life Death

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• There are gains for all our losses, There are balms for all our pain: But when youth, the dream, departs, It takes something from our hearts, And it never comes again.

  Richard Henry Stoddard

  Sueño, Dolor, Corazón

  Richard Henry Stoddard (1857). “Songs of Summer”, p.5

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• Silence is the speech of love, The music of the spheres above.

  Richard Henry Stoddard

  Silence, Spheres, Speech

  Richard Henry Stoddard (1857). “Songs of Summer”, p.12

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• A face at the window, a tap on the pane, who is it that wants me tonight in the rain?

  Richard Henry Stoddard

  Rain, Tonight, Want

  "The Messenger at Night". "Bartlett's Familiar Quotations", 10th edition, 1919.

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• El Día es el Hijo del Tiempo, Y el Día debe dejar de ser: Pero la Noche no tiene padre, y no puede expirar, una con la Eternidad.

  Richard Henry Stoddard

  Children, Night, Eternity

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• There is no hope the future will but turn the old sand in the falling glass of time.

  Richard Henry Stoddard

  Fall, Glasses, Sand

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• Heaven is not gone, but we are blind with tears, Groping our way along the downward slope of Years!

  Richard Henry Stoddard

  Years, Heaven, Tears

  Richard Henry STODDARD (1852). “Poems”, p.55

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• We have two lives about us,Two worlds in which we dwell,Within us and without us,Alternate Heaven and Hell:-Without, the somber Real,Within, our hearts of hearts, the beautiful Ideal.

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  Hermoso, Real, Corazón

  Richard Henry STODDARD (1852). “Poems”

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• Given the books of a man, it is not difficult, I think, to detect therein the personality of the man, and the station in life to which he was born.

  Richard Henry Stoddard

  Libro, Lectura, Hombres

  Richard Henry Stoddard (1903). “Recollections: Personal and Literary”

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• Joy may be a miser,
  But Sorrow's purse is free.

  Richard Henry Stoddard

  Joy, Sorrow, May

  "Persian Song". "Bartlett's Familiar Quotations", 10th edition, 1919.

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• With no companion but the constant Muse, Who sought me when I needed her ah, when Did I not need her, solitary else?

  Richard Henry Stoddard

  Needs, Muse, Poet

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• Crecemos como flores, y llevamos el deseo, el olor de las flores humanas.

  Richard Henry Stoddard

  Flower, Desire, Odor

  Richard Henry Stoddard (1857). “Songs of Summer”, p.152

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• Pálido en sus arcos desvanecidos está el verano,
  como una nueva Niobe con las manos entrelazadas,
  Silenciosa sobre las flores, sus hijos perdidos,
  Muertos por las flechas de la temprana escarcha.

  Richard Henry Stoddard

  Summer, Children, Flower

  "Ode". "Bartlett's Familiar Quotations", 10th edition, 1919.

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• Day and night my thoughts incline To the blandishments of wine, Jars were made to drain, I think; Wine, I know, was made to drink.

  Richard Henry Stoddard

  Wine, Night, Thinking

  Richard Henry Stoddard (1871). “The Book of the East: And Other Poems”, p.213

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• There is no death-the thing that we call death Is but another, sadder name for life, Which is itself an insufficient name, Faint recognition of that unknown life- That Power whose shadow is the Universe.

  Richard Henry Stoddard

  Death, Names, Shadow

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• Children are the keys of Paradise. They alone are good and wise, because their thoughts, their very lives are prayer.

  Richard Henry Stoddard

  Wise, Children, Prayer

  "Songs of Summer". Book by Richard Henry Stoddard, p. 113, 1856.

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• A voice of greeting from the wind was sent; The mists enfolded me with soft white arms; The birds did sing to lap me in content, The rivers wove their charms, And every little daisy in the grass Did look up in my face, and smile to see me pass!

  Richard Henry Stoddard

  Nature, Voice, Rivers

  Richard Henry STODDARD (1852). “Poems”, p.56

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