R L Stevenson Poem about Stars

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The Milky Way is nothing else but a mass of innumerable stars planted together in clusters.

Galileo Galilei

They say some of my stars drink whiskey. But I have found that the ones who drink milkshakes don't win many ballgames.

Casey Stengel

But I know somehow, that only when it is dark enough, can you see the stars.

Martin Luther King Jr.

If the stars should appear but one night every thousand years how man would marvel and stare.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.

William Butler Yeats

The fault, dear Brutus, lies not in our stars, but in ourselves if we are underlings.

William Shakespeare

The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.

John Milton

Keep your eyes on the stars, and your feet on the ground.

Theodore Roosevelt

A man gazing on the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in the road.

Alexander Smith

I am glad we do not have to try to kill the stars. Imagine if each day a man must try to kill the moon. The moon runs away. But imagine if a man each day should have to try to kill the sun? We are born lucky. Yes, we are born lucky.

Ernest Hemingway

When it is darkest, men see the stars.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

I've been with certain stars; some are caring and pay attention to their fans and to their fellow performers and some are too busy. Elvis never seemed too busy.

Minnie Pearl

Television doesn't make stars. It's the written media, the press, that makes stars.

Chevy Chase

If you shoot for the stars and hit the moon, it's OK. But you've got to shoot for something. A lot of people don't even shoot.

Confucius

Our passionate preoccupation with the sky, the stars, and a God somewhere in outer space is a homing impulse. We are drawn back to where we came from.

Eric Hoffer

Some movie stars wear their sunglasses even in church. They're afraid God might recognize them and ask for autographs.

Fred Allen

Human folly does not impede the turning of the stars.

Tom Robbins

The Song Of Empedocles

And you, ye stars,
Who slowly begin to marshal,
As of old, in the fields of heaven,
Your distant, melancholy lines!
Have you, too, survived yourselves?
Are you, too, what I fear to become?
You, too, once lived;
You too moved joyfully
Among august companions,
In an older world, peopled by Gods,
In a mightier order,
The radiant, rejoicing, intelligent Sons of Heaven.
But now, ye kindle
Your lonely, cold-shining lights,
Unwilling lingerers
In the heavenly wilderness,
For a younger, ignoble world;
And renew, by necessity,
Night after night your courses,
In echoing, unneared silence,
Above a race you know notó
Uncaring and undelighted,
Without friend and without home;
Weary like us, though not
Weary with our weariness.

Matthew Arnold

NIGHT THOUGHTS.

OH, unhappy stars! your fate I mourn,

Ye by whom the sea-toss'd sailor's lighted,
Who with radiant beams the heav'ns adorn,

But by gods and men are unrequited:
For ye love not,--ne'er have learnt to love!
Ceaselessly in endless dance ye move,
In the spacious sky your charms displaying,

What far travels ye have hasten'd through,
Since, within my loved one's arms delaying,

I've forgotten you and midnight too!

1789.*

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Night Piece, to Julia

Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,
The shooting stars attend thee,
And the elves also,
Whose little eyes glow
Like sparks of fire befriend thee.

No will-o'th'-wisp mislight thee;
No snake or slow-worm bite thee;
But on, on thy way,
Not making a stay,
Since ghost there's none to affright thee.

Let not the dark thee cumber;
What through the moon does slumber;
The stars of the night
Will lend thee their light,
Like tapers clear without number.

Then, Julia, let me woo thee,
Thus, thus to come unto me:
And when I shall meet
Thy silv'ry feet,
My soul I'll pour into thee.

Robert Herrick