A moment's fruition of a true felicity is enough and eternity not too much. — Coventry Patmore Copy Share Image
Then sleep the seasons, full of might; While slowly swells the pod, And rounds the peach, and in the night The mushroom bursts the sod. The winter comes: the frozen rut Is bound with silver bars; the white drift heaps… — Coventry Patmore Copy Share Image
Ah, whither shall a maiden flee, When a bold youth so swift pursues, And siege of tenderest courtesy, With hope perseverant, still renews! — Coventry Patmore Copy Share Image
Fortunately for themselves and the world, nearly all men are cowards and dare not act on what they believe. Nearly all our disasters come… — Coventry Patmore Copy Share Image
Ah, wasteful woman, she who may On her sweet self set her own price, Knowing man cannot choose but pay, How has she cheapened… — Coventry Patmore Copy Share Image
“ The Toys My little Son, who look'd from thoughtful eyes And moved and spoke in quiet grown-up wise, Having my law the seventh… — Coventry Patmore Copy Share Image
A moment's fruition of a true felicity is enough and eternity not too much. — Coventry Patmore Copy Share Image
Creation differs from subsistence only as the first leap of a fountain differs from its continuance. — Coventry Patmore Copy Share Image
The woman is the man's glory, and she naturally delights in the praises which are assurances that she is fulfilling her function; and she… — Coventry Patmore Copy Share Image
A saint is a person who does almost everything any other decent person does, only somewhat better and with a totally different motive. — Coventry Patmore Copy Share Image
One fool will deny more truth in half an hour than a wise man can prove in seven years. — Coventry Patmore Copy Share Image
