A feeling of sadness and longing That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)
Source: The Day is Done.
Contributed by: Zaady
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 . . . .
The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.
Music is the universal language of mankind. . . . poetry their universal pastime and delight.
Music is the universal language of mankind.
Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again.
Look not mournfully into the Past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the Present. It is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy Future, Without fear, and with a manly heart.
Source: Hyperion , bk. IV, ch. 8
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