Quotes
Quotes about End
It [the antagonism between freedom and slavery] is an irrepressible conflict between opposing and enduring forces.
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.
When, like the rising day,
Eileen aroon!
Love sends his early ray,
Eileen aroon!
What makes his dawning glow
Changeless through joy and woe?
Only the constant know!--
Eileen aroon!
A blessed companion is a book,--a book that fitly chosen is a life-long friend.
Star of resplendent front! Thy glorious eye
Shines on me still from out yon clouded sky.
The sweet imperious mouth, whose haughty valor
Defied all portents of impending doom.
Good bye, proud world! I'm going home;
Thou art not my friend; I am not thine.
Oh, tenderly the haughty day
Fills his blue urn with fire.
A friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of Nature.
The only reward of virtue is virtue; the only way to have a friend is to be one.
The condition which high friendship demands is ability to do without it.
I should as soon think of swimming across Charles River when I wish to go to Boston, as of reading all my books in originals when I have them rendered for me in my mother tongue.
Though lions to their enemies they were lambs to their friends.
But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day, and the race a life.
The Athanasian Creed is the most splendid ecclesiastical lyric ever poured forth by the genius of man.
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower,
Alike they're needful to the flower;
And joys and tears alike are sent
To give the soul fit nourishment.
As comes to me or cloud or sun,
Father! thy will, not mine, be done.
When stars are in the quiet skies,
Then most I pine for thee;
Bend on me then thy tender eyes,
As stars look on the sea.
The success of any great moral enterprise does not depend upon numbers.
As an egg, when broken, never
Can be mended, but must ever
Be the same crushed egg for ever--
So shall this dark heart of mine!
I'm very lonely now, Mary,
For the poor make no new friends;
But oh they love the better still
The few our Father sends!
My soul is full of longing
For the secret of the Sea,
And the heart of the great ocean
Sends a thrilling pulse through me.
There is no flock, however watched and tended,
But one dead lamb is there;
There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,
But has one vacant chair.
Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.
With useless endeavour
Forever, forever,
Is Sisyphus rolling
His stone up the mountain!
As unto the bow the cord is,
So unto the man is woman;
Though she bends him, she obeys him,
Though she draws him, yet she follows;
Useless each without the other.
