And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying. |
Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget. |
Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad. |
Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun |
Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun |
For there is no friend like a sister, in calm or stormy weather, to cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands. |
Hope is like a hairball trembling from its birth... |
I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on... |
I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on... |
I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, ''Where? What?'' and turn away. |
Love came down at Christmas; love all lovely, love divine; love was born at Christmas, stars and angels gave the sign. |
Love came down at Christmas; love all lovely, love divine; love was born at Christmas, stars and angels gave the sign. |
Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine. |
My heart is like a singing bird. |
Obedience is the fruit of faith. |