The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.
The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.
There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our sad humanity must assume the aspect of Hell.
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted. Ah what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around him with a ray Turned back upon the past That holy dream- that holy dream, While all the world were chiding, Hath cheered me as a lovely beam A lonely spirit guiding. What though that light, thro' storm and night, So trembled from afar- What could there be more purely bright In Truth's day-star.
That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true.
The generous Critic fann'd the Poet's fire, And taught the world with reason to admire.
Yes, Heaven is thine; but this
Is a world of sweets and sours;
Our flowers are merely- flowers,
And the shadow of thy perfect bliss
Is the sunshine of ours.
The world is a great ocean, upon which we encounter more tempestuous storms than calms.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories