Alexander Smith

(31 December 1830 - 5 January 1867 / Ilmarnock)

Alexander Smith Quotes

  • ''I would rather be remembered by a song than by a victory.''
    Alexander Smith (1830-1867), Scottish poet. Dreamthorp, "Men of Letters," (1863).
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  • ''To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.''
    Alexander Smith (1830-1867), Scottish poet. Dreamthorp, "Men of Letters," (1863).
  • ''We are never happy; we can only remember that we were so once.''
    Alexander Smith (1830-1867), Scottish poet. Dreamthorp, "On Death and the Fear of Dying," (1863).
  • ''A man gazing on the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in the road.''
    Alexander Smith (1830-1867), Scottish poet. "Men of Letters," Dreamthorp (1863).
  • ''A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.''
    Alexander Smith (1830-1867), Scottish poet. "On Death and the Fear of Dying," Dreamthorp (1863).
  • ''If you wish to preserve your secret, wrap it up in frankness.''
    Alexander Smith (1830-1867), Scottish poet. "On the Writing of Essays," Dreamthorp (1863).
  • ''If the egotist is weak, his egotism is worthless. If the egotist is strong, acute, full of distinctive character, his egotism is precious, and remains a possession of the race.''
    Alexander Smith (1830-1867), Scottish poet. "On the Writing of Essays," Dreamthorp (1863).

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Best Poem of Alexander Smith

Love

THE fierce exulting worlds, the motes in rays,
   The churlish thistles, scented briers,
The wind-swept bluebells on the sunny braes,
   Down to the central fires,

Exist alike in Love. Love is a sea
   Filling all the abysses dim
Of lornest space, in whose deeps regally
   Suns and their bright broods swim.

This mighty sea of Love, with wondrous tides,
   Is sternly just to sun and grain;
'Tis laving at this moment Saturn's sides,
   'Tis in my blood and...

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Beauty

BEAUTY still walketh on the earth and air,
Our present sunsets are as rich in gold
As ere the Iliad’s music was out-roll’d;
The roses of the Spring are ever fair,
’Mong branches green still ring-doves coo and pair,
And the deep sea still foams its music old.
So, if we are at all divinely soul’d,
This beauty will unloose our bonds of care.
’T is pleasant, when blue skies are o’er us bending

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