It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)
Source: Autumn Within
Contributed by: Zaady
There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there; There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair.
Not in the clamor of the crowded street, Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
Source: The Poets
For Time will teach thee soon the truth, There are no birds in last year's nest!
Source: It is Not Always May.
Alas! it is not till time, with reckless hand, has torn out half the leaves from the Book of Human Life to light the fires of passion with from day to day, that man begins to see that the leaves which remain are few in number.
Source: Hyperion. Book iv. Chap. viii.
Time has laid his hand Upon my heart gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.
Source: The Golden Legend. iv.
Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Source: A Psalm of Life. see Hippocrates
Oh, what a glory doth this world put on, for him who with a fervent heart goes forth under the bright and glorious sky, and looks on duties well performed, and days well spent.
God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this planting.
Source: The Courtship of Miles Standish. iv.
When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
Source: Part i. 1.
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