“So death obscures your gentle form, So memory strives to make the darkness bright; And, in that heap of rocks, your body lies, Part of the island till the planet ends, My gentle comrade, beautiful and wise, Part of this crag this bitter surge offends, While I, who pass, a little obscure thing, War with this force, and breathe, and am its king.” LittlesWarEndsBodyBeautifulFormLyingForceMemoriesDarknessWiseRocksPlanetsKingsStriveBreatheYour BodyBitterGentleIslandsObscureStrifeComrade Book:Letters to Margaret Bridges (1915-1919) Source: Letters to Margaret Bridges (1915-1919)
“IN MEMORIAM: FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE She whom we love, our Lady of Compassion, Can never die, for Love forbids her death. Love has bent down in his old kindly fashion, And breathed upon her his immortal breath. On wounded soldiers, in their anguish lying, Her gentle spirit shall descend like rain. Where the white flag with the red cross is flying, There shall she dwell, the vanquisher of pain.” PainSpiritLyingDiesWhiteCompassionFashionRedRainCrossesBreathsSoldierFlyingGentleImmortalFlagsWoundedBentAnguishNightingalesFlorenceRed CrossWhite FlagFlorence NightingaleWounded SoldierGentle Spirit Book:Summer of Love Source: Summer of Love
“The gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds.” LyingRaceFlowerBedGentle Author:William C. Bryant
“Stand here by my side and turn, I pray, On the lake below thy gentle eyes; The clouds hang over it, heavy and gray, And dark and silent the water lies; And out of that frozen mist the snow In wavering flakes begins to flow; Flake after flake, They sink in the dark and silent lake.” EyeLyingTurnsSidesWaterDarkPrayingFlowSilentCloudsHeavySnowGentleLakesOver ItGrayFrozenI PrayMistFlakesWaveringHang Over Author:William C. Bryant
“The pleasant converse of the fireside, the simple songs of home, the words of encouragement as I bend over my school-tasks, the kiss as I lie down to rest, the patient bearing with the freaks of my restless nature, the gentle counsels mingled with reproofs and approvals, the sympathy that meets and assuages every sorrow, and sweetens every little success--all these return to me amid the responsibilities which press upon me now, and I feel as if I had once lived in heaven, and, straying, had lost my way.” IfsWayFeelsLittlesHomeSchoolLyingSongLostHeavenSimpleResponsibilityReturnSorrowKissingTasksEncouragementPressesPatientMy WayGentlePleasantFreakApprovalRestlessConversesWords Of EncouragementReproofReturn To Me Author:J. G. Holland
“Ovid lies here, the poet, skilled in love's gentle sport; By his own talents he worked his undoing. Oh, you who pass by, if ever you have loved, Think it not a burden to wish him calm repose.” IfsThinkingLoveLyingWishSportsTalentPoetCalmBurdenGentleReposeUndoing Author:Ovid