A Quote by William Blake on children, clarity, happiness, joy, songs, and water

And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every Child may joy to hear.

William Blake (1757 - 1827)

Source: Songs of Innocence, 1789-90

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A Quote by William Blake on dance, daughters, rest, and songs

O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe; And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruit and flowers.

William Blake (1757 - 1827)

Source: To Autumn, 1783

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A Quote by Wilfred Owen on beauty, dawn, gold, heaven, songs, and spirituality

Winter Song The browns, the olives, and the yellows died, And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed Each dawn and set of sun till Christmastide, And when the land lay pale for them, pale-snowed, Fell back, and down the snow-drifts flamed and flowed. From off your face, into the winds of winter, The sun-brown and the summer-gold are blowing; But they shall gleam with spiritual glinter, When paler beauty on your brows falls snowing, And through those snows my looks shall be soft-going.

Wilfred Owen (1893 - 1918)

Source: Winter Song

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A Quote by Wystan Hugh Auden on love, rest, songs, and thought

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

W.H. Auden (1907 - 1973)

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A Quote by Walter de La Mare on beauty, dreams, earth, music, songs, time, vision, and water

When music sounds, gone is the earth I know, And all her lovelier things even lovelier grow; Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies. When music sounds, out of the water rise Naiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes, Rapt in strange dream burns each enchanted face, With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place. When music sounds, all that I was I am Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came; And from Time's woods break into distant song The swift-winged hours, as I hasten along.

Walter de La Mare (1873 - 1956)

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A Quote by Walt Whitman on cities, good, and songs

A Song of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms - a song of the soil of fields. A song with the smell of sun-dried hay, where the nimble pitchers handle the pitch-fork; A song tasting of new wheat, and of fresh-husk'd maize.

Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)

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A Quote by Violet Fane on day, dreams, faith, garden, leisure, life, love, songs, and work

In green old gardens, hidden away From sight of revel and sound of strife, Here I have leisure to breathe and move, And to do my work in a nobler way; To sing my songs, and to say my say; To Dream my dreams, and to love my love; To hold my faith, and to live my life. Making the most of its shadowy day.

Violet Fane (1843 - 1905)

Source: Green Old Gardens

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A Quote by Viktor E. Frankl on goals, life, love, poets, songs, thought, time, truth, and wisdom

A thought transfixed me: for the first time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth that love is the ultimate and the highest goal to which man can aspire.

Viktor Frankl (1905 - 1997)

Source: Dr. Victor E. Frankl in Man�s Search for Meaning, Simon and Schuster, NY, 1963.

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A Quote by Victor P. Gendrano on dance and songs

Still in bloom-- California flowers dance to winter song.

Victor P. Gendrano

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A Quote by Victor Marie Hugo on beginning, blindness, dawn, day, history, immortality, life, prose, romance, simplicity, songs, traditions, work, and writing

The nearer I approach the end, the clearer I hear around me the immortal symphonies of the worlds which invite me. It is marvelous yet simple. For half a century I have been writing my thoughts in prose, verse, history, drama, romance, tradition, satire, ode and song - I have tried all; but I feel that I have not said a thousandth part of that which is in me. When I go down to the grave I can say like many others, "I have finished my day's work" but I cannot say, "I have finished my life's work"; my day's work will begin the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley. It is an open thoroughfare. It closes in the twilight to open in the dawn. My work is only beginning; my work is hardly above its foundation. I would gladly see it mounting forever. The thirst for the infinite proves infinity.

Victor Marie Hugo (1802 - 1885)

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