“Joy may be a miser, But Sorrow's purse is free.” MayJoySorrowPursesMisers Author:Richard Henry Stoddard
“Once, when the days were ages, And the old Earth was young, The high gods and the sages From Nature's golden pages Her open secrets wrung.” AgeEarthYoungNatureSecretPagesGoldenSage Author:Richard Henry Stoddard
“A voice of greeting from the wind was sent; The mists enfolded me with soft white arms; The birds did sing to lap me in content, The rivers wove their charms, And every little daisy in the grass Did look up in my face, and smile to see me pass!” LooksLittlesFacesVoiceNatureWhiteWindArmsBirdRiversGrassCharmLook UpLapMistDaisiesGreetings Book:Poems Source: Poems
“We have two lives about us,Two worlds in which we dwell,Within us and without us,Alternate Heaven and Hell:-Without, the somber Real,Within, our hearts of hearts, the beautiful Ideal.” WorldHeartTwoRealBeautifulHeavenHellIdealsHeaven And HellTwo WorldsSomberTwo Lives Book:Poems Source: Poems
“Pale in her fading bowers the Summer stands, Like a new Niobe with claspèd hands, Silent above the flowers, her children lost, Slain by the arrows of the early Frost.” ChildrenHandsLostFlowerSummerSilentPaleArrowsFrostFading Author:Richard Henry Stoddard
“A face at the window, a tap on the pane, who is it that wants me tonight in the rain?” WantFacesRainWindowTonightWant Me Author:Richard Henry Stoddard
“Heaven is not gone, but we are blind with tears, Groping our way along the downward slope of Years!” WayYearsHeavenGoneTearsBlindSlopes Book:Poems Source: Poems
“I'm happiest with people who've gotten furthest from traditional ideas of nationalism.” PeopleIdeasTraditionalNationalism Author:William Gibson
“Day is the Child of Time, And Day must cease to be: But Night is without a sire, And cannot expire, One with Eternity.” ChildrenNightEternityCease Author:Richard Henry Stoddard