“I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.”
Emily Bronte (1818-1848).
“Though I am old with wanderingThrough hollow lands and hilly lands,I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are doneThe silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.”
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
“A bird appears a thoughtless thing…No doubt he has his little cares, And very hard he often fares, The which so patiently he bears.”
Charles Lamb (1775-1834)
“No, the heart that has truly lov’d never forgets,But as truly loves on to the close;As the sunflower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turn’d when he rose.”
Thomas Moore (1780-1852)
“We often despise what is most useful to us.” Aesop.
June 10, 2023
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“I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.”
Emily Bronte (1818-1848).
“Though I am old with wanderingThrough hollow lands and hilly lands,I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are doneThe silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.”
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
“A bird appears a thoughtless thing…No doubt he has his little cares, And very hard he often fares, The which so patiently he bears.”
Charles Lamb (1775-1834)
“No, the heart that has truly lov’d never forgets,But as truly loves on to the close;As the sunflower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turn’d when he rose.”
Thomas Moore (1780-1852)
“We often despise what is most useful to us.” Aesop.