We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams... Yet we are the movers and shakers of the world for… — Arthur O'Shaughnessy Copy Share Image
A breath of our inspiration Is the life of each generation; A wondrous thing of our dreaming Unearthly, impossible seeming — The… — Arthur O'Shaughnessy Copy Share Image
We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams. World-losers and… — Arthur O'Shaughnessy Copy Share Image
We, in the ages lying In the buried past of the earth, Built Nineveh with our sighing, And Babel itself with our… — Arthur O'Shaughnessy Copy Share Image
A breath of our inspiration / Is the life of each generation... — Arthur O'Shaughnessy Copy Share Image
We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams... Yet we are the movers and shakers of the world for ever, it… — Arthur O'Shaughnessy Copy Share Image
A breath of our inspiration Is the life of each generation; A wondrous thing of our dreaming Unearthly, impossible seeming — The soldier, the… — Arthur O'Shaughnessy Copy Share Image
We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams. World-losers and world-forsakers, Upon… — Arthur O'Shaughnessy Copy Share Image
But on one man's soul it hath broken, / A light that doth not depart; / And his look, or a word he hath… — Arthur O'Shaughnessy Copy Share Image
“But we, with our dreaming and singing, Ceaseless and sorrowless we! The glory about us clinging Of the glorious futures we see, Our souls… — Arthur O'Shaughnessy Copy Share Image
We, in the ages lying In the buried past of the earth, Built Nineveh with our sighing, And Babel itself with our mirth; And… — Arthur O'Shaughnessy Copy Share Image
“And therefore to-day is thrilling With a past day's late fulfilling; And the multitudes are enlisted In the faith that their fathers resisted, And,… — Arthur O'Shaughnessy Copy Share Image
O precious is the pause between the winds that come and go, / And sweet the silence of the shores between the ebb and flow. — Arthur O'Shaughnessy Copy Share Image
