No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.
Thomas Hood (1798 - 1845)
Source: The Song of the Shirt.
Contributed by: Zaady
No sun, no moon, no morn, no noon, No dawn, no dusk, no proper time of day, . . . . . . No road, no street, no t' other side the way, . . . . . . No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no buds.
There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be,- In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea, Or in the wide desert where no life is found.
Source: Sonnet. Silence.
A moment's insight is sometimes worth a life's experience.
Source: see Oliver Wendell Holmes
There's Bardus, a six-foot column of fop, A lighthouse without any light atop.
Source: Miss Kilmansegg. Her First Step
A man that 's fond precociously of stirring Must be a spoon.
Source: Morning Meditations.
And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid.
Source: Ode to Melancholy.
Another tumble! That 's his precious nose!
Source: Parental Ode to my Infant Son.
Boughs are daily rifled By the gusty thieves, And the book of Nature Getteth short of leaves.
Source: The Season.
Even God's providence Seeming estrang'd.
Source: The Bridge of Sighs.
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