Enjoy Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly…

— John Keats

“That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against…

— William Shakespeare

“When you are old, at evening candle-lit beside the fire bending to your wool, read out my verse and murmur, "Ronsard writ this praise…

— Pierre de Ronsard

Silence, maiden; thy tongue outruns thy discretion.

— Anonymous

“Song Day, in melting purple dying, Blossoms, all around me sighing, Fragrance, from the lilies straying, Zephyr, with my ringlets playing, Ye but waken…

— Susan L. Rattiner

So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap, or be with ease Gathered, not harshly plucked, for death…

— John Milton

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter: therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe…

— John Keats

“What hope is here for modern rhyme To him, who turns a musing eye On songs, and deeds, and lives, that lie Foreshorten'd in…

— Alfred Tennyson

O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st…

— William Blake

Ah, whither shall a maiden flee, When a bold youth so swift pursues, And siege of tenderest courtesy, With hope perseverant, still renews!

— Coventry Patmore

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no…

— William Shakespeare

“ The Day is Done The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow