The rain set early in tonight,The sullen wind was soon awake,It tore the elm-tops down for spite,And did its best to vex the lake:I listened with heart fit to break.When glided in Porphyria; straightS...
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
Best be yourself, imperial, plain, and true.
A minute's success pays the failure of years.
God is the perfect poet.
Love is energy of life.
Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.
A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.
Why stay we on earth except to grow?
Ah but a man's reach should exceed his grasp or what's a heaven for?
When pain ends gain ends too.
What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.
how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.
There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness;....and, to know, rather consists in opening out a way where the imprisoned splendor may escape, then in effecting entry for a light...
Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.
When a man's busy leisure strikes him as a wonderful pleasure and at leisure once is he? Straightway he wants to be busy.
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
So free we seem so fettered fast we are!