The wild-flower wreath of feeling, the sunbeam of the heart. Votes: 7
There is an evening twilight of the heart, When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest. Votes: 3
Beauty,--the fading rainbow's pride. Votes: 3
And Burns--though brief the race he ran, Though rough and dark the paths he trod, Lived--died--in form and soul a man, The image of his God. Votes: 3
None knew thee but to love thee. Votes: 3
Strike-for your altars and your fires; Strike-for the green graves of your sires; God-and your native land! Votes: 3
What is man's love? His vows are broke even while his parting kiss is warm. Votes: 2
Come to the bridal-chamber, Death! Come to the mother's, when she feels, For the first time, her first-born's breath! Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke! Votes: 0
Ere the dolphin dies Its hues are brightest. Like an infant's breath Are tropic winds before the voice of death. Votes: 0
And thou art terrible--the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier; And all we know, or dream, or fear Of agony, are thine. Votes: 0
I sorrow that all fair things must decay. Votes: 0
This bank-note world. Votes: 0
It is a rich storehouse for those who love quotations. It is as full of fine bon mots as a Christmas pudding is full of plums. Votes: 0
Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. Votes: 0
They love their land, because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why; Would shake hands with a king upon his throne, And think it kindness to his majesty. - Fitz Votes: 0
I cannot spare the luxury of believing that all things beautiful are what they seem. Votes: 0