24 Total Quotes

Edwin Markham Quotes

Defeat may serve as well as victory to shake the soul and let the glory out.
Edwin Markham
#American Poet #Defeat

A good action is never lost; it is a treasure laid up and guarded for the doer's need.
Edwin Markham
#Action

Ah, great it is to believe the dream as we stand in youth by the starry stream; but a greater thing is to fight life through and say at the end, the dream is true!
Edwin Markham
#American Poet #Youth

We have committed the Golden Rule to memory; let us now commit it to life.
Edwin Markham
#American Poet #Advise

The crest and crowning of all good, life's final star, is Brotherhood.
Edwin Markham
#American Poet #Brotherhood

By a divine paradox, wherever there is one slave there are two. So in the wonderful reciprocities of being, we can never reach the higher levels until all our fellows ascend with us.
Edwin Markham
#Paradox

Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, the emptiness of ages in his face, and on his back the burden of the world.
Edwin Markham
#American Poet

To throw oneself to the side of the oppressed is the only dignified thing to do in life
Edwin Markham
#Life

It is better to rust out than wear out.
Edwin Markham
#Action

When man to man shall be friend and brother.
Edwin Markham
#Brotherhood #Man

The thing that is incredible is life itself. Why should we be here in this sun-illuminated universe? Why should there be green earth under our feet?
Edwin Markham
#American Poet #Life #Quote of the Day

I have felt it like a glory in my heart.
Edwin Markham
#Glory

To throw oneself to the side of the oppressed is the only dignified thing to do in life.
Edwin Markham
#American Poet

There is a destiny which makes us brothers; none goes his way alone. All that we send into the lives of others comes back into our own.
Edwin Markham
#American Poet

Oft when the white, still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, I have felt it like a glory in my heart.
Edwin Markham
#American Poet

For all your days be prepared, and meet them ever alike. When you are the anvil, bear - when you are the hammer, strike.
Edwin Markham
#American Poet

WHEN the Norn Mother saw the Whirlwind Hour Greatening and darkening as it hurried on, She left the Heaven of Heroes and came down To make a man to meet the mortal need. She took the tried clay of the common road-- Clay warm yet with the genial heat of earth, Dashed through it all a strain of prophecy; Tempered the heap with thrill of human tears; Then mixed a laughter with the serious stuff. Into the shape she breathed a flame to light That tender, tragic, ever-changing face. Here was a man to hold against the world, A man to match the mountains and the sea. The color of the ground was in him, the red earth; The smack and tang of elemental things: The rectitude and patience of the cliff; The good-will of the rain that loves all leaves; The friendly welcome of the wayside well; The courage of the bird that dares the sea; The gladness of the wind that shakes the corn; The pity of the snow that hides all scars; The secrecy of streams that make their way Beneath the mountain to the rifted rock; The tolerance and equity of light That gives as freely to the shrinking flower As to the great oak flaring to the wind-- To the grave's low hill as to the Matterhorn That shoulders out the sky. Sprung from the West, The strength of virgin forests braced his mind, The hush of spacious prairies stilled his soul. Up from log cabin to the Capitol, One fire was on his spirit, one resolve:-- To send the keen axe to the root of wrong, Clearing a free way for the feet of God. And evermore he burned to do his deed With the fine stroke and gesture of a king: He built the rail-pile as he built the State, Pouring his splendid strength through every blow; The conscience of him testing every stroke, To make his deed the measure of a man. So came the Captain with the mighty heart; And when the judgment thunders split the house, Wrenching the rafters from their ancient rest, He held the ridgepole up, and spiked again The rafters of the Home. He held his place-- Held the long purpose like a growing tree-- Held on through blame and faltered not at praise. And when he fell in whirlwind, he went down As when a lordly cedar, green with boughs, Goes down with a great shout upon the hills, And leaves a lonesome place against the sky.
Edwin Markham
#People