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.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
She floats upon the river of his thoughts.
Source: The Spanish Student. Act ii. Sc. 3.
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.
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