A little still she strove, and much repented, And whispering “I will ne'er consent”—consented. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Oh for a book and a shady nook, Either indoors or out, with the green leaves whispering overhead, or the street cries… — John Wilson Copy Share Image
To represent a bad thing in its least offensive light is, doubtless, the most agreeable course for a writer of fiction to… — Anne Bronte Copy Share Image
Beautiful city! . . . spreading her gardens to the moonlight, and whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle… — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions Guides us… — T. S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Futility Move him into the sun - Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown. Always it woke… — Wilfred Owen Copy Share Image
We need the tonic of the wilderness, to wade sometimes in the marsh where the bitten and the meadow hen lurk, and… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
When speech is given to a soul holy and true, time, and its dome of ages, becomes as a mighty whispering-gallery, round… — James Martineau Copy Share Image
