For Time will teach thee soon the truth, There are no birds in last year's nest!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)
Source: It is Not Always May.
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
A feeling of sadness and longing That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Source: The Day is Done.
The holiest of all holidays are those Kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart.
The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.
Source: The Herons of Elmwood.
He has singed the beard of the king of Spain.
Source: The Dutch Picture.
Sleep . . . Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death . . . .
There is no greater sorrow Than to be mindful of the happy time In misery.
Source: Inferno. Canto v. Line 121.
Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.
Source: Motto, Hyperion. Book i. 15
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