Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks thro' Nature, up to Nature's God.

-Pope, Alexander
  An Essay on Man, epistle 4, l.331^2.

In the springtime of America's cultural life, its itinerant folk artiststook totheroad to record the life and times of a people.Perhaps never again will we have an artistic record created in such direct and unassuming terms.

-Rockefeller,Winthrop
  On an exhibition of American folk art at the US Embassy, London. In news summaries, 31 Jan.

Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend.

-Rossetti, Christina Georgina
  Goblin Market and Other Poems,'Up-Hill'.

The road to hell is paved with works-in-progress.

-Roth, Philip Milton
  In the NewYorkTimes Book Review,15 Jul.

I have sat by night beside a cold lake And touched things smoother than moonlight on still water, But the moon on this cloud sea is not human, And here is no shore, no intimacy, Only the start of space, the road to suns.

-Scott, F(rancis) R(eginald)
  'Trans Canada'.

But ruffian stern, and soldier good, The noble and the slave, From various cause the same wild road, On the same bloody morning, trode, To that dark innöthe Grave!

-Scott, Sir Walter
  The Lord of the Isles, canto 6, stanza 26.

   The beaten road Which those poor slaves with weary footsteps tread, Who travel to their home among the dead By the broad highway of the world, and so With one chained friend, perhaps a jealous foe, The dreariest and the longest journey go.

-Shelley, Percy Bysshe
  'Epipsychidion', l.154^9.

Times are changed with him who marries; there are no more by-path meadows, where you may innocently linger, but the road lies long and straight and dusty to the grave. Idleness, which is often becoming and even wise in the bachelor, begins to wear a different aspect when you have a wife to support.

-Stevenson, Robert Louis
Virginibus Puerisque,'Virginibus Puerisque', pt.2.

Wealth I ask not, hope nor love, Nor a friend to know me. All I ask, the heaven above, And the road below me.

-Stevenson, Robert Louis
  Songs ofTravel (published1896), no.1,'TheVagabond', stanza 4.

   The instinct of mankind warns it against accepting at their face value spiritual demands that cannot satisfy themselves by practical achievements. The road along which the organized workers, like any other class, must climb to power starts from the provision of a more effective economic service than their masters, as their grip upon industry becomes increasingly vacillating and uncertain, are able to supply.

-Tawney, R(ichard) H(enry)
  TheAcquisitive Society.

On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And through the field the road runs by To many-towered Camelot.

-Tennyson
  Poems,'The Lady of Shalott' (revised1842), pt.1, l.1^5.

There is no expeditious road To pack and label men for God, And save them by the barrel-load, Some may perchance, with strange surprise, Have blundered into Paradise.

-Thompson, Francis
  'A Judgment in Heaven', epilogue.

There is no road to wealth so easyand respectable as that of matrimony.

-Trollope, Anthony
  DoctorThorne, ch.16.

I'm one of the blind alleys off the main road of procreation.

-Waugh, Evelyn Arthur StJohn
  Decline and Fall, pt.1, ch.12.

Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road.

-Whitman,Walt(er)
  Leaves of Grass,'Song of the Open Road', section1.

Before us lay a painful road, And guidance have I sought in duteous love From Wisdom's heavenly Father. Hence hath flowed Patience, with trust that, whatsoe'er the way Each takes in this high matter, all may move Cheered with the prospect of a brighter day.

-Wordsworth,William
^40  Sonnets upon the Punishment of Death, no.14,'Apology', l.9^14 (published in the Quarterly Review 1841).

The horse that comes from the road, The rider, the birds that range From cloud to tumbling cloud, Minute by minute they change; A shadow of cloud on the stream Changes minute by minute; A horse-hoof slides on the brim, And a horse plashes within it; The long-legged moor-hens dive, And hens to moor-cocks call; Minute by minute they live: The stone's in the midst of all.

-Yeats,W(illiam) B(utler)
  'Easter1916', l.45^56. Collected in Michael Robartes and the Dancer (1921).