Coventry Patmore
Coventry Patmore
Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmorewas an English poet and critic best known for The Angel in the House, his narrative poem about an ideal happy marriage...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth23 July 1823
book reality thinking
Books are influential in proportion to their obscurity, provided that the obscurity be that of inexpressible Realities. The Bible is the most obscure book in the world. He must be a great fool who thinks he understands the plainest chapter of it.
writing common said
Uncommon things must be said in common words, if you would have them to be received in less than a century.
delight life-is coventry
Life is not life at all without delight.
wise adversity evil
Every evil is some good spelt backwards, and in it the wise know how to read Wisdom.
hatred world may
Let me love Thee so that the honour, riches, and pleasures of the world may seem unworthy even of hatred - may not even be encumbrances.
faith believe eye
Great is his faith who dares believe his own eyes.
laughter gnats soul
If we may credit certain hints contained in the lives of the saints, love raises the spirit above the sphere of reverence and worship into one of laughter and dalliance: a sphere in which the soul says: 'Shall I, a gnat which dances in Thy ray, Dare to be reverent?'
love-you soul done
Kind souls, you wonder why, love you, When you, you wonder why, love none We love, Fool, for the good we do, Not that which unto us is done!
asks
They who ask for no sign shall have many.
music kissing light
How light the touches are that kiss the music from the chords of life!
too-much fruition moments
A moment's fruition of a true felicity is enough and eternity not too much.
dream sweet sunshine
The sunshine dreaming upon Salmon's heightIs not so sweet and whiteAs the most heretofore sin-spotted SoulThat darts to its delightStraight from the absolution of a faithful fight.
common said uncommon
Uncommon things must be said in common words.
flower moon water
I drew my bride, beneath the moon,Across my threshold; happy hour!But, ah, the walk that afternoonWe saw the water-flags in flower!