The sweet calm sunshine of October, now warms the low spot upon its grassy mould The purple oak-leaf falls the birchen bough Drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold.
The sweet calm sunshine of October, now warms the low spot upon its grassy mould The purple oak-leaf falls the birchen bough Drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold.
My friends are little lamps to me, Their radiance warms and cheers my ways, And all the pathway dark and lone Is brightened by their rays. I try to keep them bright by faith, And never let them dim with doubt For every time I lose a friend A little lamp goes out.
But now in September the garden has cooled, and with it my possessiveness. The sun warms my back instead of beating on my head ... The harvest has dwindled, and I have grown apart from the intense midsummer relationship that brought it on.
Love is a second life it grows into the soul, warms every vein, and beats in every pulse.
Not all the coal that is dug warms the world.
Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees.
The glow of inspiration warms us it is a holy rapture.
Why should the composer be more guilty than the poet who warms to fantasy by a strange flame, making an idea that inspires him the subject of his own very different treatment?
Forgiveness is a funny thing, it warms the hearts and cools the sting.
I loved her when a maid;
I loathe and love the wife
That warms another's bed:
Let him beware his life!
God So, where is he In the heavens above I see the sky so blue What do you see Do you feel him I feel the sun As it warms my blood, The wind as it cools my skin The rain, so quenching my thirst So whos reality is it Its the reality of God It is his breath that cools me As it beckons you on His tears quench my thirst As it resolves your inadequacies His greatness warms my blood So too, grants you life ever after He is for me....
Humility responds to God's willto the fear of His judgments and to the needs of those around us. To the proud, the applause of the world rings in their ears to the humble, the applause of heaven warms their hearts. Someone has said, 'Pride gets no pleasure out of having something, only out of having more of it than the next man.'
It warms the very sickness in my heart, That I shall live and tell him to his teeth, 'Thus diddest thou'
For love is like the wind,
And love is like the water -
it warms up with the spring,
and freezes over - in the autumn.
The prime of life is in his veins,
And sends his blood fast flowing,
And Fancy's fervour warms the thoughts
Now in his bosom glowing.
Forgiveness is a funny thing. It warms the heart and cools the sting.
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