Yet, in these autumn days when Nature expires, Here, in these veiled scenes, I find more attractions; It is a friend's sad… — Alphonse de Lamartine Copy Share Image
What is our life but a succession of preludes to that unknown song whose first solemn note is sounded by death? — Alphonse de Lamartine Copy Share Image
The death of a man's wife is like cutting down an ancient oak that has long shaded the family mansion. Henceforth the… — Alphonse de Lamartine Copy Share Image
Death, with funereal shades in vain surrounds me, My reason through his darkness seeth light: 'Tis the last step which brings me… — Alphonse de Lamartine Copy Share Image
Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys. — Alphonse de Lamartine Copy Share Image
Grief and sadness knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger than common joys — Alphonse De Lamartine Copy Share Image
Habit with it's iron sinews, clasps us and leads us day by day. — Alphonse de Lamartine Copy Share Image
History is neither more nor less than biography on a large scale. — Alphonse de Lamartine Copy Share Image
Let us enjoy the fugitive hour. Man has no harbor, time has no shore; it rushes on, and carries us with it. — Alphonse de Lamartine Copy Share Image
I am persuaded that if the brutes even--if the dog, the horse, the ox, the elephant, the bird, could speak, they would confess, that,… — Alphonse de Lamartine Copy Share Image
Enthusiasm springs from the imagination, and self-sacrifice from the heart. Women are, therefore, more naturally heroic than men. All nations have in their annals… — Alphonse de Lamartine Copy Share Image
