Whither away, Bluebird, Whither away? The blast is chill, yet in the upper sky Thou still canst find the color of thy wing, The hue of May. Warbler, why speed, thy southern flight? ah, why, Thou, too, whose song first told us of the Spring? Whither away?
On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.
Faintly as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time, Soon as the woods on shore dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn; Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
That is a good book which is opened with expectation, and closed with delight and profit.
The brave Love mercy, and delight to save.
Thou hastenest down between the hills to meet me at the road, The secret scarcely lisping of thy beautiful abode Among the pines and mosses of yonder shadowy height, Where thou dost sparkle into song, and fill the woods with light.
Keep thy shop, and thy shop will keep thee. Light gains make heavy purses. 'Tis good to be merry and wise.
Karma has written on George Bush's face. It has sculpted trixoypurine uric acid lines in his brow like music scales with no notes It has painted his face the red of cholesterol blockage It has constricted his right eye.. Time has sculpted Dick Cheney's face. His lip curls with contempt for others. His eyes evade the searchlight of truth. We pray that God give them and all beings mercy.. as God now removes them from an office through which they harm hundreds of millions of other beings.
It is with the approach of winter that cats... wear their richest fur and assume an air of sumptuous and delightful opulence.
The bird alighteth not on the spread net when it beholds another bird in the snare. Take warning by the misfortunes of others, that others may not take example from you.
Every burned book enlightens the world.
There is nothing better fitted to delight the reader than change of circumstances and varieties of fortune. [Lat., Nihil est aptius delectationem lectoris quam temporum varietates fortunaeque vicissitudines.]
Whose foot is on the treadle/That turns the burning stars/Has spun the world half way round/Since last I called/Come down, come down. That stars that in September/Looked through the mournful rain/Now set their sight again/Upon a world half night, half light Men of distant years have said/That much depends on change of seasons/On solstices and equinox/And they have given reasons. I disagree./Too much turns on inadvertence/On what seems to be/An accident of hand and knee/A chance sunrise/A glance of eyes.
The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstacy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed. -I. Krishnamurti.
Some people change when they see the light, others when they feel the heat. -Caroline Schoeder.
All things are perceived in the light of charity, and hence under the aspect of beauty: for beauty is simply Reality seen with the eyes of love.
Charm is a glow within a woman that casts a most becoming light on others.
A cheerful temper joined with innocence will make beauty attractive, knowledge delightful and wit good-natured.
That load becomes light which is cheerfully borne. [Lat., Leve fit quod bene fertur onus.]
Had she been light, like you, Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit, She might ha' been a grandam ere she died; And so may you, for a light heart lives long.
A cheerful life is what the Muses love, A soaring spirit is their prime delight.
They are idols of hearts and of households; They are angels of God in disguise; His sunlight still sleeps in their tresses, His glory still gleams in their eyes; Those truants from home and from Heaven They have made me more manly and mild; And I know now how Jesus could liken The kingdom of God to a child.
Wynken, Blynken and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe-- Sailed on a river of crystal light Into a sea of dew.
What a cunning mixture of sentiment, pity, tenderness, irony surrounds adolescence, what knowing watchfulness! Young birds on their first flight are hardly so hovered around.
In darkness there is no choice. It is light that enables us to see the difference between things; and it is Christ that gives us light.