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Barry Cornwall Quotes

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

Death is the tyrant of the imagination.

Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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