IN MEMORIAM: FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE She whom we love, our Lady of Compassion, Can never die, for Love forbids her death. Love has… — Joyce Kilmer Copy Share Image
WEATHERS This is the weather the cuckoo likes, And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut spikes, And nestlings fly; And… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie abed With… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
Thematically, we're both [with Kristin Hannah ] interested in women's experiences and women's stories, and until now, you've mostly dealt with how… — Megan Chance Copy Share Image
Ditty of First Desire In the green morning I wanted to be a heart. A heart. And in the ripe evening I… — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Heaven has its business and earth has its business: those are two separate things. Heaven, that's the angels' pasture; they are happy;… — Jacques Roumain Copy Share Image
The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended; and I think The nightingale, if she should sing… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When Whitney Houston died, I felt great sadness. My sadness, of course, was about our collective loss - when you listened to… — James Belushi Copy Share Image
To die, is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, Is self from self: a deadly banishment!… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We all admire the courageous person and quite often consider the individual who lacks courage, a coward. However, that is not how… — Bob Proctor Copy Share Image
I see that you believe in love such as the poets and romancers have represented... The poets represent love as the sculptors… — Alfred de Musset Copy Share Image
Death is a great price to pay for a red rose“, cried the Nightingale, "and Life is very dear to all. “… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
Night after night the nightingale came to beg for divine love, but though the rose trembled at the sound of his voice,… — Susan Kay Copy Share Image
Many books belong to sunshine, and should be read out of doors. Clover, violets, and hedge roses breathe from their leaves; they… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image