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.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)
Source: Motto, Hyperion. Book i. 15
Contributed by: Zaady
Oh, fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long,- Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
Source: The Light of Stars.
O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!
Source: The Goblet of Life.
No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.
Source: Sunrise on the Hills.
Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Source: Part i. 3.
Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Source: The Rainy Day.
Standing with reluctant feet Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet!
It takes less time to do a thing right than it does to explain why you did it wrong.
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
This is the place. Stand still, my steed,- Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that once have been.
Source: A Gleam of Sunshine.
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