Quotes
Quotes - Howitt
Old England is our home, and Englishmen are we;
Our tongue is known in every clime, our flag in every sea.
"Will you walk into my parlour?" said a spider to a fly;
"'T is the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy."
The wild sea roars and lashes the granite cliffs below,
And round the misty islets the loud strong tempests blow.
Yes, in the poor man's garden grow
Far more than herbs and flowers--
Kind thoughts, contentment, peace of mind,
And joy for weary hours.
They are happiest who have power to gather wisdom from a flower.
Heart's ease! one could look for half a day Upon this flower, and shape in fancy out Full twenty different tales of love and sorrow, That gave this gentle name.
"Will you walk into my parlour?" Said a spider to a fly; "'Tis the prettiest little parlour That ever you did spy."
Roads are wet where'er one wendeth, And with rain the thistle bendeth, And the brook cries like a child! Not a rainbow shines to cheer us; Ah! the sun comes never near us, And the heavens look dark and wile.
