Topic: Love

“There is such power even in smallest things”

There is such power even in smallest things To bring the dear past back; a flower’s tint, A snatch of some old song, the fleeting glint Of sunbeams on the wave—each vivid brings The lost days up, as from the idle strings Of wind-harp sad a breeze evokes the hint Of...

By Arlo Bates
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14 August

Opportunity

Master of human destinies am I. Fame, love, and fortune on my footsteps wait. Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate Deserts and seas remote, and passing by Hovel, and mart, and palace—soon or late I knock unbidden once at every gate! If sleeping, wake—if feasting, rise before I turn away. It...

By John James Ingalls
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09 August

To-morrow

To-morrow’s action! can that hoary wisdom, Borne down with years, still doat upon to-morrow! The fatal mistress of the young, the lazy, The coward and the fool, condemned to lose An useless life in waiting for to-morrow, To gaze with longing eyes upon...

By Samuel Johnson
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07 August

A Tear

O that the chemist’s magic art Could crystallize this sacred treasure! Long should it glitter near my heart, A secret source of pensive pleasure. The little brilliant, ere it fell, Its lustre caught from Chloe’s eye; Then, trembling, left its coral cell,— The spring of Sensibility! Sweet drop of pure and pearly light! In...

By Samuel Rogers
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03 August

To Blossoms

Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last. What! were ye born to be An hour or half’s delight, And so to bid good-night? ’T is pity Nature...

By Robert Herrick
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01 August

The Sea

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I...

By Lord Byron
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31 July

The Mother’s Hope

Is there, when the winds are singing In the happy summer-time,— When the raptured air is ringing With Earth’s music heavenward springing, Forest chirp, and village chime,— Is there, of the sounds that float Unsighingly, a single note Half so sweet and clear and wild As the laughter of a child? Listen! and be...

By Samuel Laman Blanchard
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30 July

The Future Life

How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps The disembodied spirits of the dead, When all of thee that time could wither sleeps And perishes among the dust we tread? For I shall feel the sting of ceaseless pain If there I meet thy gentle presence not; Nor hear the...

By William Cullen Bryant
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28 July

“My days among the dead”

My days among the dead are passed; Around me I behold, Where’er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old; My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day. With them I take delight in weal, And seek relief in woe; And while I understand and feel How much...

By Robert Southey
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25 July