“When in these fresh mornings I go into my garden before anyone is awake, I go for the time being into perfect happiness. In this hour divinely fresh and still, the fair face of every flower salutes me with a silent joy. . . . All the cares, perplexities, and griefs of existence, all the burdens of life slip from my shoulders and leave me with the heart of a little child that asks nothing beyond the present moment of innocent bliss.” HeartChildrenLittlesStillsMomentsCareFacesJoyAsksHoursPerfectGriefExistenceMorningFlowerFairsGardenSilentBurdenShouldersInnocentBlissAwakePresent MomentSlipsLeaving MeSalutePerplexityPerfect HappinessBurdens Of Life Author:Celia Thaxter
“And let us mind, faint heart ne'er wan A lady fair. Wha does the utmost that he can Will whyles do mair.” MindHeartDoeFairsWooing Author:Robert Burns
“How beautiful the water is! To me 'tis wondrous fair-- No spot can ever lonely be If water sparkle there; It hath a thousand tongues of mirth, Of grandeur, or delight, And every heart is gladder made When water greets the sight.” IfsHeartMadeBeautifulWaterThousandFairsLonelySightDelightTongueSpotsGrandeurWondrousSparkleMirth Author:Elizabeth Oakes Smith
“Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare The summer to its rose may bring; Far sweeter to the wooing air The hidden violet of spring. Still, still that lovely ghost appears, Too fair, too pure, to bid depart; No riper love of later years Can steal its beauty from the heart.” LoveYearsHeartMayStillsAirPureSummerSpringFairsRoseLovelyStealingGhostVioletFragranceHeart LoveWooingVoluptuous Book:The Poems Source: The Poems
“Put forth thy leaf, thou lofty plane, East wind and frost are safely gone; With zephyr mild and balmy rain The summer comes serenely on; Earth, air, and sun and skies combine To promise all that's kind and fair: But thou, O human heart of mine, Be still, contain thyself, and bear.” HumansHeartKindStillsEarthSunGoneAirSkyMinesWindBearsPromiseSummerRainFairsEastPlanesLeafsHuman HeartThyselfLoftyFrostZephyr Book:Poems: With a Memoir Source: Poems: With a Memoir
“We have lost the old love of work, of work which kept itself company, which was fair weather and music in the heart, which found its reward in the doing, craving neither the flattery of vulgar eyes nor the gold of vulgar men.” MenHeartEyeFoundLostCompanyFairsGoldRewardsWeatherVulgarFlatteryCravingOld Love Book:Aphorisms and Reflections: Conduct, Culture and Religion Source: Aphorisms and Reflections: Conduct, Culture and Religion
“There is sadness and confusion in our hearts / And the world prepares to fight / as it tears itself apart, it isn't fair” WorldHeartFightingSadnessTearsFairsConfusion Author:Kim Wilde