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The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

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And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;<br />

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;<br />

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,<br />

If you can meet with triumph and disaster<br />

And treat those two imposters just the same...<br />

‘Rewards and Fairies’ (1910) ‘If—’<br />

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,<br />

Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,<br />

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,<br />

If all men count with you, but none too much;<br />

If you can fill the unforgiving minute<br />

With sixty seconds’ worth <strong>of</strong> distance run,<br />

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,<br />

And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!<br />

‘Rewards and Fairies’ (1910) ‘If—’<br />

One man in a thousand, Solomon says,<br />

Will stick more close than a brother.<br />

‘Rewards and Fairies’ (1910) ‘<strong>The</strong> Thousandth Man’.<br />

<strong>The</strong>y shut the road through the woods<br />

Seventy years ago.<br />

Weather and rain have undone it again,<br />

And now you would never know<br />

<strong>The</strong>re was once a road through the woods.<br />

‘Rewards and Fairies’ (1910) ‘<strong>The</strong> Way through the Woods’<br />

Who hath desired the Sea?—the sight <strong>of</strong> salt water unbounded—<br />

<strong>The</strong> heave and the halt and the hurl and the crash <strong>of</strong> the comber wind-hounded?<br />

<strong>The</strong> sleek-barrelled swell before storm, grey, foamless, enormous, and growing—<br />

Stark calm on the lap <strong>of</strong> the Line or the crazy-eyed hurricane blowing.<br />

‘<strong>The</strong> Sea and the Hills’ (1903)<br />

We have fed our sea for a thousand years<br />

And she calls us, still unfed,<br />

Though there’s never a wave <strong>of</strong> all her waves<br />

But marks our English dead:<br />

We have strawed our best to the weed’s unrest<br />

To the shark and sheering gull.<br />

If blood be the price <strong>of</strong> admiralty,<br />

Lord God, we ha’ paid in full!<br />

‘<strong>The</strong> Song <strong>of</strong> the Dead’ (1896)<br />

And here the sea-fogs lap and cling<br />

And here, each warning each,

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