Quotes
Quotes about Rest
The intelligible forms of ancient poets,
The fair humanities of old religion,
The power, the beauty, and the majesty
That had their haunts in dale or piny mountain,
Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring,
Or chasms and watery depths,--all these have vanished;
They live no longer in the faith of reason.
A power has risen up in the government greater than the people themselves, consisting of many and various and powerful interests, combined into one mass, and held together by the cohesive power of the vast surplus in the banks.
Justice, sir, is the great interest of man on earth.
Liberty exists in proportion to wholesome restraint.
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.
Egeria! sweet creation of some heart
Which found no mortal resting-place so fair
As thine ideal breast.
Sublime tobacco! which from east to west
Cheers the tar's labour or the Turkman's rest.
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.
There is an evening twilight of the heart,
When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest.
But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,
With his martial cloak around him.
Yet there was round thee such a dawn
Of light, ne'er seen before,
As fancy never could have drawn,
And never can restore.
We look before and after,
And pine for what is not;
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Why should we faint and fear to live alone,
Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, we die?
Nor even the tenderest heart, and next our own,
Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh.
Calm on the bosom of thy God,
Fair spirit, rest thee now!
You shall not pile, with servile toil,
Your monuments upon my breast,
Nor yet within the common soil
Lay down the wreck of power to rest,
Where man can boast that he has trod
On him that was "the scourge of God."
Nevermore
Let the great interests of the State depend
Upon the thousand chances that may sway
A piece of human frailty; swear to me
That ye will seek hereafter in yourselves
The means of sovereignty.
Peace and rest at length have come
All the day's long toil is past,
And each heart is whispering, "Home,
Home at last."
To me, through every season dearest;
In every scene, by day, by night,
Thou, present to my mind appearest
A quenchless star, forever bright;
My solitary sole delight:
Where'er I am, by shore, at sea,
I think of thee.
In that temple of silence and reconciliation where the enmities of twenty generations lie buried, in the great Abbey which has during many ages afforded a quiet resting-place to those whose minds and bodies have been shattered by the contentions of the Great Hall.
Dame Fortune is a fickle gipsy,
And always blind, and often tipsy;
Sometimes for years and years together,
She 'll bless you with the sunniest weather,
Bestowing honour, pudding, pence,
You can't imagine why or whence;--
Then in a moment--Presto, pass!--
Your joys are withered like the grass;
A place in thy memory, dearest,
Is all that I claim;
To pause and look back when thou hearest
The sound of my name.
The surest way to hit a woman's heart is to take aim kneeling.
A sweet content
Passing all wisdom or its fairest flower.
Wake, soldier, wake, thy war-horse waits
To bear thee to the battle back;
Thou slumberest at a foeman's gates,--
Thy dog would break thy bivouac;
Thy plume is trailing in the dust
And thy red falchion gathering rust.
In the days when we went gypsying
A long time ago;
The lads and lassies in their best
Were drest from top to toe.
