Richard Le Gallienne
Richard Le Gallienne
Richard Le Galliennewas an English author and poet. The American actress Eva Le Galliennewas his daughter, by his second marriage...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
believe race worst
Races and nations are thus ever ready to believe the worst of one another.
men heaven doubt
To all of us the thought of heaven is dear -Why not be sure of it and make it here?No doubt there is a heaven yonder too,But 'tis so far away - and you are near.Men talk of heaven, - there is no heaven but here;Men talk of hell, - there is no hell but here;Men of hereafters talk, and future lives,O love, there is no other life - but here.
horse hills
Time's horses gallop down the lessening hill.
wife soul sentimental
The soul's a sort of sentimental wife, That prays and whimpers of the higher life.
writing fake bad-writing
You can't fake it. Bad writing is a gift.
leaving traveler
The road recedes as the traveler advances, leaving a continuous present.
men thinking mirrors
We have, of course, long since ceased to think of Nature as the sympathetic mirror of our moods, or to imagine that she has any concern with the temporal affairs of man.
spiritual law space
The spiritual element, the really important part of religion, has no concern with Time and Space, temporary mundane laws, or conduct.
perfect imagination half
We also maintain - again with perfect truth - that mystery is more than half of beauty, the element of strangeness that stirs the senses through the imagination.
art oats life-is
Wild oats will get sown some time, and one of the arts of life is to sow them at the right time.
long way facts
Youth, however, can afford to enjoy even its melancholy; for the ultimate fact of which that melancholy is a prophecy is a long way off.
song spring flower
We are all treading the vanishing road of a song in the air, the vanishing road of the spring flowers and the winter snows, the vanishing roads of the winds and the streams, the vanishing road of beloved faces.
nature butterfly apples
I meant to do my work today But a brown bird sang in the apple tree And a butterfly flitted across the field And all the leaves were calling me.
journey men thinking
Though actually the work of man's hands - or, more properly speaking, the work of his travelling feet, - roads have long since come to seem so much a part of Nature that we have grown to think of them as a feature of the landscape no less natural than rocks and trees.