Quotes
Quotes about Art
And there is even a happiness
That makes the heart afraid.
But evil is wrought by want of thought,
As well as want of heart.
For my part, getting up seems not so easy
By half as lying.
O bed! O bed! delicious bed!
That heaven upon earth to the weary head!
Peace and rest at length have come
All the day's long toil is past,
And each heart is whispering, "Home,
Home at last."
Each cloud-capt mountain is a holy altar;
An organ breathes in every grove;
And the full heart's a Psalter,
Rich in deep hymn of gratitude and love.
There's a hope for every woe,
And a balm for every pain,
But the first joys of our heart
Come never back again!
Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream,
And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream.
Tho' lost to sight, to memory dear
Thou ever wilt remain;
One only hope my heart can cheer,--
The hope to meet again.
Oh, fondly on the past I dwell,
And oft recall those hours
When, wandering down the shady dell,
We gathered the wild-flowers.
Yes, life then seemed one pure delight,
Tho' now each spot looks drear;
Yet tho' thy smile be lost to sight,
To memory thou art dear.
Oft in the tranquil hour of night,
When stars illume the sky,
I gaze upon each orb of light,
And wish that thou wert by.
I think upon that happy time,
That time so fondly loved,
When last we heard the sweet bells chime,
As thro' the fields we roved.
He touched his harp, and nations heard, entranced,
As some vast river of unfailing source,
Rapid, exhaustless, deep, his numbers flowed
And opened new fountains in the human heart.
We join ourselves to no party that does not carry the flag and keep step to the music of the Union.
A man possessed of splendid talents, which he often abused, and of a sound judgment, the admonitions of which he often neglected; a man who succeeded only in an inferior department of his art, but who in that department succeeded pre-eminently.
To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late;
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods?
I fill this cup to one made up
Of loveliness alone,
A woman, of her gentle sex
The seeming paragon;
To whom the better elements
And kindly stars have given
A form so fair, that, like the air,
'T is less of earth than heaven.
And oh! I shall find how, day by day,
All thoughts and things look older;
How the laugh of pleasure grows less gay,
And the heart of friendship colder.
His partners at the whist-club said
That he was faultless in his dealings.
The union of lakes, the union of lands,
The union of States none can sever,
The union of hearts, the union of hands,
And the flag of our Union forever!
Pillars are fallen at thy feet,
Fanes quiver in the air,
A prostrate city is thy seat,
And thou alone art there.
Genius hath electric power
Which earth can never tame,
Bright suns may scorch and dark clouds lower,
Its flash is still the same.
The surest way to hit a woman's heart is to take aim kneeling.
The life of the husbandman,--a life fed by the bounty of earth and sweetened by the airs of heaven.
Earth is here [Australia] so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she laughs with a harvest.
Tell him I lingered alone on the shore,
Where we parted, in sorrow, to meet nevermore;
The night-wind blew cold on my desolate heart
But colder those wild words of doom,--"Ye must part."
I like a church; I like a cowl;
I like a prophet of the soul;
And on my heart monastic aisles
Fall like sweet strains or pensive smiles:
Yet not for all his faith can see
Would I that cowléd churchman be.
Out from the heart of Nature rolled
The burdens of the Bible old.
