“Thou silent power, whose welcome sway charms every anxious thought away; in whose divine oblivion drown'd, sore pain and weary toil grow mild, love is with kinder looks beguiled, and Grief forgets her fondly cherish'd wound; oh, whither hast thou flown, indulgent god? God of kind shadows and of healing dews, whom dost thou touch with thy Lethaean rod? Around whose temples now thy opiate airs diffuse?” LooksKindPainGrowsForgetLove IsGriefHealingAirDivineShadowSilentWoundsWelcomeCharmTemplesCherishAnxiousWearyToilOblivionDewKinderOpiatesAnxious ThoughtsSilent Power Book:Poetical Works of Akenside Source: Poetical Works of Akenside
“Merely to live without a pain Is little gladness, little gain, Ah, welcome joy tho' mixt with grief-- The thorn-set flower that crowns the leaf.” LittlesPainJoyGriefFlowerGainsWelcomeCrownsLeafsGladness Author:Dan Simmons