Quotes
Quotes about Life
Alas! they had been friends in youth;
But whispering tongues can poison truth,
And constancy live in realms above;
And life is thorny, and youth is vain,
And to be wroth with one we love
Doth work like madness in the brain.
A charm
For thee, my gentle-hearted Charles, to whom
No sound is dissonant which tells of life.
To know, to esteem, to love, and then to part,
Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart!
They sin who tell us love can die;
With life all other passions fly,
All others are but vanity.
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Love is indestructible,
Its holy flame forever burneth;
From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.
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It soweth here with toil and care,
But the harvest-time of love is there.
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife;
Nature I loved; and next to Nature, Art.
I warm'd both hands against the fire of life;
It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
'T is the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,
And coming events cast their shadows before.
And rustic life and poverty
Grow beautiful beneath his touch.
In life's morning march, when my bosom was young.
But there's nothing half so sweet in life
As love's young dream.
And o'er them the lighthouse looked lovely as hope,--
That star of life's tremulous ocean.
Knowledge, in truth, is the great sun in the firmament. Life and power are scattered with all its beams.
Napoleon's troops fought in bright fields, where every helmet caught some gleams of glory; but the British soldier conquered under the cool shade of aristocracy. No honours awaited his daring, no despatch gave his name to the applauses of his countrymen; his life of danger and hardship was uncheered by hope, his death unnoticed.
He who grown aged in this world of woe,
In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life,
So that no wonder waits him.
Years steal
Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb,
And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
All is concentr'd in a life intense,
Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost,
But hath a part of being.
She was a form of life and light
That seen, became a part of sight,
And rose, where'er I turn'd mine eye,
The morning-star of memory!
Yes, love indeed is light from heaven;
A spark of that immortal fire
With angels shared, by Alla given,
To lift from earth our low desire.
Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life,
The evening beam that smiles the clouds away,
And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!
She walks the waters like a thing of life,
And seems to dare the elements to strife.
She was his life,
The ocean to the river of his thoughts,
Which terminated all.
Which makes life itself a lie,
Flattering dust with eternity.
Man's love is of man's life a thing apart;
'T is woman's whole existence.
Oh why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Like a fast-flitting meteor, a fast-flying cloud,
A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave,
He passes from life to his rest in the grave.
And the cold marble leapt to life a god.
Through life's dark road his sordid way he wends,
An incarnation of fat dividends.
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of eternity.
