Edwin Arnold
Edwin Arnold
Sir Edwin Arnold KCIE CSIwas an English poet and journalist, who is most known for his work The Light of Asia...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth10 June 1832
man
Within yourself deliverance must be searched for, because each man makes his own prison.
death soul firsts
For death, Now I know, is that first breath Which our souls draw when we enter Life, which is of all life center.
eye mind veils
Shall any gazer see with mortal eyes, Or any searcher know by mortal mind; Veil upon veil will lift but there must be Veil upon veil behind.
tears made sweetest
Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!
soldier dying lovers
One can be a soldier without dying and a lover without sighing.
blood castes
There is no caste in blood.
passion pieces proud
Not a piece of architecture, as other buildings are, but the proud passions of an emperor's love wrought in living stones.
mother prayer earth
No power on earth compares to a mother's tender prayers.
wise eye men
The foolish ofttimes teach the wise: I strain too much this string of life, belike, Meaning to make such music as shall save. Mine eyes are dim now that they see the truth, My strength is waned now that my need is most; Would that I had such help as man must have, For I shall die, whose life was all men's hope.
gold royal coats
The royal kingcup bold Dares not don his coat of gold.
love beautiful lonely
Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours For one lone soul another lonely soul, Each choosing each through all the weary hours, And meeting strangely at one sudden goal, Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers, Into one beautiful and perfect whole; And life's long night is ended, and the way Lies open onward to eternal day.
men sea driftwood
Like a plank of driftwood Tossed on the watery main, Another plank encountered, Meets, touches, parts again; So tossed, and drifting ever, On life's unresting sea, Men meet, and greet, and sever, Parting eternally.
sympathy blood flesh
Pity and need Make all flesh kin. There in no caste in blood.
fate
Yet who shall shut out Fate?