Emotions and Feelings

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

 

Ah! when shall all men’s good Be each man’s rule, and universal peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land, And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, Through all the circle of the golden year?

 

The long mechanic pacings to and fro, The set gray life, and apathetic end.

 

She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro’ the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack’d from side to side. “The curse is come upon me,” cried

 

Dan Chaucer, the first warbler, whose sweet breath Preluded those melodious bursts that fill The spacious times of great Elizabeth With sounds that echo still.

 

Give us long rest or death, dark death or dreamful ease.

 

In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon.

 

Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir’d eyelids upon tir’d eyes.

 

Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.

 

A still small voice spake unto me, “Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?”

 

A still small voice spake unto me, “Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?”

 

She said, “I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!”

 

Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. 1

 

Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. 1

 

And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling.

 

End of the wonderful one-hoss shay. Logic is logic. That’s all I say.

 

Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day?

 

Never less alone than when alone.

 

This feat of Tell, the archer, will be told While yonder mountains stand upon their base. By heaven! The apple’s cleft right through the core.

 

The mountain cannot frighten one who was born on it.

 

Pain is short, and joy is eternal.

 

Pain is short, and joy is eternal.

 

Great souls suffer in silence.

 

What one refuses in a minute No eternity will return.