Say, care-worn man, Whom Duty chains within the city walls, Amid the toiling crowd, how grateful plays The fresh wind o’er thy sickly brow, when free To tread the springy turf,— to hear the trees Communing with the gales,—to catch… — Robert Montgomery Copy Share Image
Are there not hours of an immortal birth,— Bright visitations from a purer sphere, That cannot live in language? Is there not A mood of glory, when the mind attuned To heaven, can out of dreams create her worlds?— — Robert Montgomery Copy Share Image
Where beats a heart within a human breast, There be Thou present, and Thy power adored! And oh! since all one common race are… — Robert Montgomery Copy Share Image
Home, the spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest. — Robert Montgomery Copy Share Image
How oft,—be witness, Guardian of our days!... The sky besprinkled o'er with rainbow hues, As if angelic wings had wanton'd there;... — Robert Montgomery Copy Share Image
The soul aspiring pants its source to mount,As streams meander level with their fount. — Robert Montgomery Copy Share Image
A universal beauty clothes the world, And one heart seems to beat for all mankind! — Robert Montgomery Copy Share Image
Berlin seems like a place of healing to me though: you have both the Holocaust Memorial and Hiroshima Strasse side-by-side there. You have the… — Robert Montgomery Copy Share Image
Oh! now to be alone, on some grand height, Where heaven’s black curtains shadow all the sight, And watch the swollen clouds their bosom… — Robert Montgomery Copy Share Image
And Thou, vast Ocean! on whole awful face Time's iron feet can print no ruin trace. — Robert Montgomery Copy Share Image
A moment is a mighty thing Beyond the soul's imagination; For in it, though we trace it not, How much there crowds of varied… — Robert Montgomery Copy Share Image
I'm not avoiding your question on my relationship to the fashion world or my work being shown in a fashion setting. My work's most… — Robert Montgomery Copy Share Image
And now, Though haply mellow'd by correcting time, I thank thee, Heaven! that the bereaving world Hath not diminish'd the subliming hopes Of youth,… — Robert Montgomery Copy Share Image
