Quotes
Quotes about End
Thine was the prophet's vision, thine
The exaltation, the divine
Insanity of noble minds,
That never falters nor abates,
But labors and endures and waits,
Till all that it foresees it finds
Or what it can not find creates.
I know a maiden fair to see,
Take care!
She can both false and friendly be,
Beware! Beware!
Trust her not,
She is fooling thee.
She knew the life-long martyrdom,
The weariness, the endless pain
Of waiting for some one to come
Who nevermore would come again.
Now gold hath sway; we all obey
And a ruthless king is he;
But he never shall send our ancient friend
To be tost on the stormy sea.
We have been friends together
In sunshine and in shade.
Since first beneath the chestnut-tree
In fancy we played
But coldness dwells within thine heart
A cloud is on thy brow.
We have been friends together,--
Shall a light word part us now?
Too innocent for coquetry, too fond for idle scorning--
Oh friend, I fear the lightest heart makes sometimes heaviest mourning.
O Twilight! Spirit that dost render birth
To dim enchantments; melting heaven with earth,
Leaving on craggy hills and running streams
A softness like the atmosphere of dreams.
I believe this government cannot endure permanently half slave and half free.
Let us have faith that right makes might; and in that faith let us to the end, dare to do our duty as we understand it.
God gives us love. Something to love
He lends us; but when love is grown
To ripeness, that on which it throve
Falls off, and love is left alone.
Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace!
Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,
While the stars burn, the moons increase,
And the great ages onward roll.
Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet!
Nothing comes to thee new or strange.
Sleep full of rest from head to feet;
Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.
The long mechanic pacings to and fro,
The set, gray life, and apathetic end.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use,--
As tho' to breathe were life!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.
Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null.
A damsel of high lineage, and a brow
May-blossom, and a cheek of apple-blossom,
Hawk-eyes; and lightly was her slender nose
Tip-tilted like the petal of a flower.
I know the Table Round, my friends of old;
All brave and many generous and some chaste.
But friend, to me
He is all fault who hath no fault at all.
For who loves me must have a touch of earth.
Sweet is true love tho' given in vain, in vain;
And sweet is death who puts an end to pain.
He makes no friend who never made a foe.
Slav, Teuton, Kelt, I count them all
My friends and brother souls,
With all the peoples, great and small,
That wheel between the poles.
Maids must be wives and mothers to fulfil
The entire and holiest end of woman's being.
Our Country,--whether bounded by the St. John's and the Sabine, or however otherwise bounded or described, and be the measurements more or less,--still our Country, to be cherished in all our hearts, to be defended by all our hands.
The poor must be wisely visited and liberally cared for, so that mendicity shall not be tempted into mendacity, nor want exasperated into crime.
