In particular I may mention Sophocles the poet, who was once asked in my presence, How do you feel about love, Sophocles?… — Plato Copy Share Image
There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I waited just to see you at that kind of peace, I wanted to be beside you, I wanted you to wake… — Daniel Handler Copy Share Image
“She fondled, cradled, pacified and hushed the wounded heart to slumber by constantly saying, It’s over. He’s not coming back.” — Ruqayya Shaheed Khan Copy Share Image
We have fried catfish, country fried steak and cinnamon-roasted pork. We have collard greens, black-eyed peas, hush puppies, biscuits, sweet potato pie… — Mark Farner Copy Share Image
Well, it's a marvelous night for a Moondance With the stars up above in your eyes... And I'm trying to please to… — Van Morrison Copy Share Image
Hush little owl, You're with Twi. I got the moves to get you by. Big bad crows. St. Aggie's scamps Ain't got… — Kathryn Lasky Copy Share Image
Hana: What on Earth is a 'barbeque'? Hel: A primitive tribal ritual featuring paper plates, elbows, flying insects, encrusted meat, hush puppies,… — Trevanian Copy Share Image
Hush! Still as death, The tempest holds his breath As from a sudden will; The rain stops short, but from the eaves… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
If hush'd the loud whirlwind that ruffled the deep, The sky if no longer dark tempests deform; When our perils are past… — George Canning Copy Share Image
I take this pain, Lord Jesus, From Thine own hand; The strength to bear it bravely Thou wilt command. I am too… — Frances Ridley Havergal Copy Share Image
How still the morning of the hallow'd day! Mute is the voice of rural labour, hush'd The ploughboy's whistle, and the milkmaid's… — James Grahame Copy Share Image
Prostrate on earth the bleeding warrior lies, And Isr'el's beauty on the mountains dies. How are the mighty fallen! Hush'd be my… — William Somervile Copy Share Image
If I may ride with you, Citizen Evremonde, will you let me hold your hand? I am not afraid, but I am… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh That filters through the forest, or… — John Gardiner Calkins Brainard Copy Share Image
And from the phlox and mignonette Rich attars drift on every hand; And when star-vestured twilight comes The pale moths weave a… — Clinton Scollard Copy Share Image
Four hundred year old trees, who draw aliveness from the earth like smoke from the heart of God, we come, not knowing… — Mark Nepo Copy Share Image
The ash her purple drops forgivingly And sadly, breaking not the general hush; The maple swamps glow like a sunset sea, Each… — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
The wide stare stared itself out for one while; the Sun went down in a red, green, golden glory; the stars came… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I felt all the ways in which this world seemed so, so enormous--the height of the trees, the hush and tick of… — Emily M. Danforth Copy Share Image
But hush! No telling to others that make so inquisitive questions. We must obey, and silence is a part of obedience, and… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
The woods are hush'd, their music is no more; The leaf is dead, the yearning past away; New leaf, new life--the days… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
O magic sleep! O comfortable bird, That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind Till it is hush'd and smooth! — John Keats Copy Share Image
