Gale Quote by Samuel Rogers Download Open image “Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.” — Samuel Rogers ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.4 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Gale Gentle Memories Sail Sailing Streams Sweet Sweet memories Time Turns
Sweet memory, wafted by the gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail, To view the fairy haunts of long-lost… — Samuel Rogers Copy Share Image
“And we will shade Ourselves whole summers by a river glade; And I will tell thee stories of the sky, And breathe thee whispers… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“Memory My mind lets go a thousand things, Like dates of wars and deaths of kings, And yet recalls the very hour—’T was noon… — Paul Negri Copy Share Image
And Thou, vast Ocean! on whose awful face Time’s iron feet can print no ruin-trace, By breezes lull’d, or by the storm-blasts driv’n, Thy… — Robert Montgomery Copy Share Image
“I sit, this evening, far away, From all I used to know, And nought reminds my soul to-day Of happy long ago. Unwelcome cares, unthought-of fears, Around my room arise; I seek for suns of former years But clouds o'ercast my skies. Yes—Memory, wherefore does thy voice Bring old times back to view, As thou wouldst bid me not rejoice… — Patrick Branwell Brontë Copy Share
“Have you really not noticed, then, that here of all places, in this private, personal solitude that surrounds me, I have turned to you?… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion, Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee. As still to the star of its worship, though clouded, The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea, So dark when I roam in this… — Charles Lamb Copy Share
The wind sounds like a silver wire, And from beyond the noon a fire Is pour'd upon the hills, and nigher The skies stoop… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Let the winds blow! a fiercer gale Is wild within me! what may quell That sullen tempest? I must sail Whither, O whither, who… — Edmund Clarence Stedman Copy Share Image
Old noted oak! I saw thee in a mood Of vague indifference; and yet with me Thy memory, like thy fate, hath lingering stood… — John Clare Copy Share Image
In the midst of the storm, your life boat appears. A psalm, a hymn, a word... calming the fiercest winds of the soul. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It doesn't much signify whom one marries, for one is sure to find next morning that it was someone else. — Samuel Rogers Copy Share Image
Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are link'd by many a hidden chain; Awake but one, and lo, what myriads… — Samuel Rogers Copy Share Image
Go! you may call it madness, folly; You shall not chase my gloom away! There 's such a charm in melancholy I would not… — Samuel Rogers Copy Share Image
Women have the understanding of the heart, which is better than that of the head. — Samuel Rogers Copy Share Image
I am in Rome! Oft as the morning ray Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry, Whence this excess of joy? What has… — Samuel Rogers Copy Share Image
Sweet memory, wafted by the gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail, To view the fairy haunts of long-lost… — Samuel Rogers Copy Share Image
The soul of music slumbers in the shell Till waked and kindled by the master's spell; And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour… — Samuel Rogers Copy Share Image
Every day a little life, a blank to be inscribed with gentle thoughts. — Samuel Rogers Copy Share Image
I asked these Indians: "Do men ever make Chicha?" My question was met with gales of laughter. The women howled. Bent over in hilarity,… — Alan D. Eames Copy Share Image
When a crew and a captain understand each other to the core, it takes a gale, and more than a gale, to put their… — Rudyard Kipling Copy Share Image
Hoist up sail while gale doth last, Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure. — Robert Southwell Copy Share Image
As a society, I think we express our cultural mores through our politics. We're trying constantly to figure out what's OK and what's not… — Daniel H. Wilson Copy Share Image
I must still look perplexed because Gale delivers the next line very slowly. “Katniss…he’s still trying to keep you alive.” To keep me alive?… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
There is no such thing as preaching patience into people, unless the sermon is so long that they have to practice it while they… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
The Four Horsemen whose Ride presages the end of the world are known to be Death, War, Famine, and Pestilence. But even less significant… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
The hatred I feel for him, for the phantom girl, for everything, is so real and immediate it chokes me. Gale is mine. I… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
She comes majestic with her swelling sails, The gallant Ship: along her watery way, Homeward she drives before the favouring gales; Now flirting at… — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
I go back to my room and lie under the covers, trying not to think of Gale and thinking of nothing else. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
