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Your Favourite Quotes and Sayings - MKII

Oh, what a dawn of day!
How the March sun feels like May!
All is blue again
After last night's rain,
And the South dries the hawthorn-spray.
Only, my Love's away!
I'd as lief that the blue were grey,
 
I loved you: and, it may be, from my soul
The former love has never gone away,
But let it not recall to you my dole;
I wish not sadden you in any way.

I loved you silently, without hope, fully,
In diffidence, in jealousy, in pain;
I loved you so tenderly and truly,
As let you else be loved by any man.
 
I had a lover---shame avaunt!
This poor wrenched body, grim and gaunt,
Was kissed all over till it burned,
By lips the truest, love e'er turned
His heart's own tint: one night they kissed
My soul out in a burning mist.


So, next day when the accustomed train
Of things grew round my sense again,
``That is a sin,'' I said: and slow
With downcast eyes to church I go,
And pass to the confession-chair,
And tell the old mild father there.
 
I will be silent soon! But if in days of mire
I ever answered was by thoughtful play of lyre;
But if the silent youths, who understood me right,
Were marveling to years of my poor love's infliction;
But, just, if you yourself, in sweetest disposition,
The stanza, doleful, was whispering at night
And liked the voice, with which my heart itself discovers,

But if, o Lord, I'm loved -- let me, my dear friend,
Oh let me animate my lyre at the end
By a sacred name of one who was the best of lovers!
When I'll forever fall into the deadly dream,
Above my dismal urn, say with a good intention:
I loved this poor man, and I had breathed in him
His song's and love's the latest inspiration.
 
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
 
gardenlane said:
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.
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OK. Another fucking gold star. Stories don't come much sadder than Patrick and Hilda. <3
 
Know the feeling. That was pretty exhausting, all told.

I have no idea how these people used to be able to churn it out all day.
 
Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no
No question was asked me--it could not be so !
If the life was the question, a thing sent to try
And to live on be YES; what can NO be ? to die.

NATURE'S ANSWER

Is't returned, as 'twas sent ? Is't no worse for the wear ?
Think first, what you ARE ! Call to mind what you WERE !
I gave you innocence, I gave you hope,
Gave health, and genius, and an ample scope,
Return you me guilt, lethargy, despair ?
Make out the invent'ry ; inspect, compare !
Then die--if die you dare !
 
All sullen blares, the wintry blast;
Beneath grey waves the waters sleep.
Thick are the dizzying flakes and fast;
The edged air cuts cruel deep.
The stricken trees gaunt limbs extend
Like whining beggars, shrill with woe;
The cynic heavens do but send,
In bitter answer, darts of snow.
Stark lies the earth in misery,
Beneath grim winter's dreaded spell -
But I have you, and you have me,
So what the hell, love, what the hell!
 
“Whatever comes," she said, "cannot alter one thing. If I am a princess in rags and tatters, I can be a princess inside. It would be easy to be a princess if I were dressed in cloth of gold, but it is a great deal more of a triumph to be one all the time when no one knows it.”
 
In dark days of enforced retirement
I gazed upon grey skies above
With no ideals to inspire me
No one to cry for, live for, love.
Then came a moment of renaissance
I looked up - you again are there
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that's beautiful and rare
 
" ‘Prevention of Violence, Temporary Provisions Act 1939. To Brendan Behan: Take notice that His Majesty’s Secretary of State for Home Affairs has made an order requiring you to leave Great Britain forthwith until further notice of this order has been made, by reason of your instigation or preparation of acts of violence in Great Britain designed to influence goverment policy or public opinion with respect to Irish affairs.’

‘Hear, hear,’ I said.

‘Shut up, you little bastard,’ the Sergeant replied. ‘I haven’t finished reading it.’

‘Go ahead,’ I said, ‘I'm listening.’ "
 
“We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same.”
– Anne Frank​
 
I am never at my best in the early morning, especially a cold morning in the Yorkshire spring with a piercing March wind sweeping down from the fells, finding its way inside my clothing, nipping at my nose and ears.
 
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