Emotions and Feelings

You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear; Tomorrow ’ill be the happiest time of all the glad New Year; Of all the glad New Year, mother, the maddest, merriest day; For I’m to be Queen o’ the May, mother, I’m to be Queen o’ the May.

 

Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.

 

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

 

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?”

 

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?

 

There is no time like the old time, when you and I were young.

 

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.

 

Never less alone than when alone.

 

Pain is short, and joy is eternal.

 

Pain is short, and joy is eternal.

 

The mountain cannot frighten one who was born on it.

 

I am better than my reputation.

 

Many a crown shines spotless now That yet was deeply sullied in the winning.

 

The richest monarch in the Christian world; The sun in my own dominions never sets. 3

 

Great souls suffer in silence.

 

What one refuses in a minute No eternity will return.

 

Joy, thou spark from Heav’n immortal, Daughter of Elysium! Drunk with fire, toward Heaven advancing Goddess, to thy shrine we come. Thy sweet magic brings together What stern Custom spreads afar; All men become brothers Where thy happy wing-beats are. 1

 

There are three lessons I would write, Three words as with a burning pen, In tracings of eternal light Upon the hearts of men.

 

Did you think the lion was sleeping because he didn’t roar?