“Hark, how chimes the passing bell! There's no music to a knell; All the other sounds we hear, Flatter, and but cheat our ear. This doth put us still in mind That our flesh must be resigned, And, a general silence made, The world be muffled in a shade.” WorldMindMadeStillsSoundSilenceEarsFleshPassingPassingsShadeBellsCheatResignedChimes Book:The Dramatic Works and Poems: Now First Colledted : in 6 Volumes. Honoria and mammon [u.a.] Source: The Dramatic Works and Poems: Now First Colledted : in 6 Volumes. Honoria and mammon [u.a.]
“I am a strange compound of weakness and resolution! However, if I must suffer, I will endeavour to suffer in silence. There is certainly a great defect in my mind my wayward heart creates its own misery Why I am made thus I cannot tell; and, till I can form some idea of the whole of my existence, I must be content to weep and dance like a child long for a toy, and be tired of it as soon as I get it.” IfsMindHeartChildrenLongMadeI CanIdeasWholeFormSufferingExistenceSilenceStrangeWeaknessTiredMiseryResolutionToysDefectsCompoundsEndeavour Author:Mary Wollstonecraft