The grave is Heaven's golden gate, And rich and poor around it wait; O Shepherdess of England's fold, Behold this gate of pearl and gold! - William Blake,
Truth, like gold, is to be obtained not by its growth, but by washing away from it all that is not gold.
Dear, dead women, with such hair, too--what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms?
It was brown with a golden gloss, Janette, It was finer than silk of the floss, my pet; 'Twas a beautiful mist falling down to your wrist, 'Twas a thing to be braided, and jewelled, and kissed-- 'Twas the loveliest hair in the world, my pet.
And yonder sits a maiden, The fairest of the fair, With gold in her garment glittering, And she combs her golden hair.
The little wind that hardly shook The silver of the sleeping brook Blew the gold hair about her eyes,-- A mystery of mysteries. So he must often pause, and stoop, An all the wanton ringlets loop Behind her dainty ear--emprise Of slow event and many sighs.
Happiness resides not in possessions and not in gold, the feeling of happiness dwells in the soul. -Democritus.
Gold that buys health can never be ill spent, Nor hours laid out in harmless merriment.
Those who don't know how to weep with their whole heart, don't know how to laugh either. -Golda Meir.
The people who live in a golden age usually go around complaining how yellow everything looks.
And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair.
Ah, Hope! what would life be, stripped of thy encouraging smiles, that teach us to look behind the dark clouds of to-day, for the golden beams that are to gild the morrow.
You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by. Yes, but some of them are golden only because we let them slip.
When I could not sleep for cold I had fire enough in my brain, And builded with roofs of gold My beautiful castles in Spain!
Lay ye down the golden chain From Heaven, and pull at its inferior links Both Goddesses and Gods.
By the golden chain Homer meant nothing else than the sun.
Fill your house with gold and jade, and it can no longer be guarded.
Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; The best of life is but intoxication: Glory, the grape, love, gold, in these are sunk The hopes of all men and of every nation; Without their sap, how branchless were the trunk Of life's strange tree, so fruitful on occasion: But to return,--Get very drunk; and when You wake with headache, you shall see what then.
The golden hour of invention must terminate like other hours, and when the man of genius returns to the cares, the duties, the vexations, and the amusements of life, his companions behold him as one of themselves--the creature of habits and infirmities.
Electric telegraphs, printing, gas, Tobacco, balloons, and steam, Are little events that have come to pass Since the days of the old regime. And, spite of Lempriere's dazzling page, I'd give--though it might seem bold-- A hundred years of the Golden Age For a year of the Age of Gold.
Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore.
Nay, tarry a moment, my charming girl; Here is a jewel of gold and pearl; A beautiful cross it is I ween As ever on beauty's breast was seen; There's nothing at all but love to pay; Take it and wear it, but only stay! Ah! Sir Hunter, what excellent taste! I'm not--in such--particular--haste.
I see, the jewel best enamelled Will lose his beauty; yet the gold bides still That others touch, and often touching will Wear gold; and no man that hath a name, By falsehood and corruption doth it shame.
At Earth's great market where Joy is trafficked in, Buy while thy purse yet swells with golden Youth.
It is the function of a judge not to make but to declare the law, according to the golden mete-wand of the law and not by the crooked cord of discretion.