Sleep . . . Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death . . . .
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)
Contributed by: Zaady
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
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.
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
All things come round to him who will but wait.
Source: Tales of a Wayside Inn. The Student's Tale. (1862.)
The prayer of Ajax was for light.
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!
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