Quotes By Barry Cornwall

I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more.

There's not a wind but whispers of thy name; And not a flow'r that grows beneath the moon, But in its hues and fragrance tells a tale Of thee, my love.

So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be!

Death is the tyrant of the imagination.

Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.

Half the ills we heard within our hearts are ills because we hoard them.

Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.

Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream, Gently, - as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream!

The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.

Pity speaks to grief More sweetly than a band of instruments.

All round the room my silent servants wait, My friends in every season, bright and dim.

O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!