Beautiful Quote by Richard Henry Stoddard

There is no death. The thing that we call death Is but another, sadder name for life.

— Richard Henry Stoddard

Joy may be a miser, But Sorrow's purse is free.

— Richard Henry Stoddard

A voice of greeting from the wind was sent; The mists enfolded me with soft white arms; The birds did sing to lap me…

— Richard Henry Stoddard

There is no hope the future will but turn the old sand in the falling glass of time.

— Richard Henry Stoddard

Once, when the days were ages, And the old Earth was young, The high gods and the sages From Nature's golden pages Her open…

— Richard Henry Stoddard

There is no death-the thing that we call death Is but another, sadder name for life, Which is itself an insufficient name, Faint recognition…

— Richard Henry Stoddard

Day is the Child of Time, And Day must cease to be: But Night is without a sire, And cannot expire, One with Eternity.

— Richard Henry Stoddard

There are gains for all our losses, There are balms for all our pain: But when youth, the dream, departs, It takes something from…

— Richard Henry Stoddard

Children are the keys of Paradise.They alone are good and wise, Because their thoughts, their very lives are prayer.

— Richard Henry Stoddard

Silence is the speech of love, The music of the spheres above.

— Richard Henry Stoddard

With no companion but the constant Muse, Who sought me when I needed her ah, when Did I not need her, solitary else?

— Richard Henry Stoddard

Pale in her fading bowers the Summer stands, Like a new Niobe with claspèd hands, Silent above the flowers, her children lost, Slain by…

— Richard Henry Stoddard