So long as we love, we serve; so long as we are loved by others, I should say that we are almost indispensable; and no man is useless while he has a friend.
So long as we love, we serve; so long as we are loved by others, I should say that we are almost indispensable; and no man is useless while he has a friend.
And by the folded lawns all day -
No idle gods for such a land -
All active Love should take its way
With active Labour hand in hand.
My love was warm; for that I crossed
The mountains and the sea,
Nor counted that endeavour lost
That gave my love to me.
That a man is successful who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much, who has gained the respect of the intelligent men and the love of children who has filled his niche and accomplished his task who leaves the world better than he found it, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul who never lacked appreciation of earth's beauty or failed to express it who looked for the best in others and gave the best he had.
It is not likely that posterity will fall in love with us, but not impossible that it may respect or sympathize; so a man would rather leave behind him the portrait of his spirit than a portrait of his face.
You shall speak her soft and fair:
See - you shall say - the love they send
To greet their unforgotten friend!
A little love is none at all
That wanders or that fears;
A hearty love dwells still at call
To kisses or to tears.
Absences are a good influence in love and keep it bright and delicate.
Love but my dog and love my love,
Adore with me a common star -
I value not the rest above
The ashes of a bad cigar.
Love, and the love of life and act
Dance, live and sing through all our furrowed tract;
Till the great God enamoured gives
To him who reads, to him who lives,
That rare and fair romantic strain
That whoso hears must hear again.
Awhile - and see how love be grown
In loveliness and power!
If that indeed were love at all,
As still, my love, I trow,
By what dear name am I to call
The bond that holds me now
For memories of love are more
Than the white moon there above,
And dearer than quiet moonshine
Are the thoughts of her I love.
Small is the trust when love is green
In sap of early years;
A little thing steps in between
And kisses turn to tears.
O Love, and what care we?
He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much who has gained the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children who has filled his niche and accomplished his task, who has left the world better than he found it, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul who has never lacked appreciation of earth's beauties, nor failed to express it who has always looked for the best in others and given the best he had whose life is an inspiration whose memory a benediction.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories