“When our life is a continuous trial, the moments of respite seem only to substitute the heaviness of dread for the heaviness of actual suffering; the curtain of cloud seems parted an instant only that we may measure all its horror as it hangs low, black, and imminent, in contrast with the transient brightness; the waterdrops that visit the parched lips in the desert bear with them only the keen imagination of thirst.” LifeMayMomentsSeemsLife IsSufferingBlackImaginationOur LivesBearsHorrorLowsLipsCloudsTrialsDesertInstantSubstitutesContrastDreadThirstCurtainsBrightnessTransientHeavinessRespite Book:Silas Marner and Scenes of Clerical Life Source: Silas Marner and Scenes of Clerical Life
“Swift flies our time on pinions fleet, Like vapours on the breeze; The transient bliss we now call sweet, The passing moments seize. The gilded joy, the present hour, Soon wing themselves away; Departing like the fading flower That pleas'd us Yesterday.” MomentsJoyHoursSweetFlowerWingsYesterdayPassingPassingsBlissOur TimeBreezeTransientFadingGildedDepartingVapourPassing Moments Book:Poems on Various Subjects Source: Poems on Various Subjects
“Heroism is no extempore work of transient impulse--a rocket rushing fretfully up to disturb the darkness by which, after a moment's insulting radiance, it is ruthlessly swallowed up,--but a steady fire, which darts forth tongues of flame. It is no sparkling epigram of action, but a luminous epic of character.” MomentsCharacterActionDarknessFireTongueImpulseFlamesSteadyHeroismEpicRocketsInsultingRushingLuminousTransientRadianceEpigramsSparklingDarts Author:Edwin Percy Whipple