Thy life is but two dead eternities,
The last in air, the former in the deep!
Thy life is but two dead eternities,
The last in air, the former in the deep!
The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted thence proceeds mawkishness.
The uttered part of a man's life, let us always repeat, bears to the unuttered, unconscious part a small unknown proportion. He himself never knows it, much less do others.
O for a life of sensations rather than of thoughts.
A man's life of any worth is a continual allegory - and very few eyes can see the mystery of his life - a life like the scriptures- figurative
'Tis the life of waters:-Ocean
And all its vassal streams, pools numberless,
May rage, and foam, and fret, but never can
Subside, if not to dark-blue nativeness.
'Tis the life of heaven,-the domain
Of Cynthia,-the wide palace of the sun,-
The tent of Hesperus, and all his train,-
The bosomer of clouds, gold, gray, and dun.
I cannot quell
Its heavy pressure, and will press at least
My lips to thine, that they may richly feast
Until we taste the life of love again.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories