“If nothing else will do to sever me from my sins, Lord, send me such sore and trying calamities as shall awake… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord. — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
Though I be shut in darkness, and become insentient dust blown idly here and there, I count oblivion a scant price to… — Thomas Bailey Aldrich Copy Share Image
Forgetfulness of grief I yet may gain;In some wise may come ending to my pain;It may be yet the Gods will have… — William Morris Copy Share Image
Yet, sluggard, wake, and gull thy soul no more With earth's false pleasures, and the world's delight, Whose fruit is fair and… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
Even as the needle that directs the hour, (Touched with the loadstone) by the secret power Of hidden Nature, points upon the… — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech The love I bear thee, finding words enough, And hold the torch out, while… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action-Into that heaven of freedom, my father, let my country… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee! . . . . . . Thy soul was… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
And though thou notest from thy safe recess old friends burn dim, like lamps in noisome air love them for what they… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
With eyes Of conjugal attraction unreprov'd. Imparadised in one another's arms. With thee conversing I forget all time. And feel that I… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Listen not to a tale-bearer or slanderer, for he tells thee nothing out of good-will; but as he discovereth of the secrets… — Socrates Copy Share Image
It will suffice thee to remember as concerning pain ... that the mind may, by stopping all manner of commerce and sympathy… — Marcus Aurelius Copy Share Image
Yet then from all my grief, O Lord, Thy mercy set me free, Whilst in the confidence of pray'r My soul took… — Joseph Addison Copy Share Image
Here a little child I stand, Heaving up my either hand; Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
To thee only God granted A heart ever new: To all always open; To all always true. — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
I thank Thee first because I was never robbed before; second, because although they took my purse they did not take my… — Matthew Henry Copy Share Image
Enough of this wretched life and murmuring and apish tricks. Why art thou disturbed? What is there new in this? What unsettles… — Marcus Aurelius Copy Share Image
Thou hast created us for Thyself, and our heart is not quiet until it rests in Thee. — Saint Augustine Copy Share Image
How loved, how honored once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot A heap of dust alone remains of… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Her eyes the glowworm lend thee, The shooting stars attend thee; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
...Night has chosen thee; thy death will be thy birth. Night calls to thee; harken to Her sweet voice. Your destiny awaits… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I am so fond of tea that I could write a whole dissertation on its virtues. It comforts and enlivens without the… — James Boswell Copy Share Image
Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight. — Roberto Bolano Copy Share Image
