Designs in connection with postage stamps and coinage may be described, I think, as the silent ambassadors on national taste.

Designs in connection with postage stamps and coinage may be described, I think, as the silent ambassadors on national taste.

That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees - Those dying generations-at their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unaging intellect.

When we have blamed the wind we can blame love.

God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.

...Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing. Beauty grown sad with its eternity Made you of us, and of the dim grey sea. Our long ships loose thought-woven sails and wait, For God has bid them share an equal fate; And when at last defeated in His wars, They have gone down under the same white stars, We shall no longer hear the little cry Of our sad hearts, that may not live nor die.

Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.