“I can remember, with unsteady feet, Tottering from room to room, and finding pleasure In flowers, and toys, and sweetmeats, things which long Have lost their power to please; which when I see them, Raise only now a melancholy wish I were the little trifler once again, Who could be pleas'd so lightly.” LittlesLongI CanRememberLostWishPleasureRoomsFeetYouthFlowerPleaseFindingsRaisesMelancholyToys Book:The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Southey, LL. D. (later Poet Laureate.) Source: The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Southey, LL. D. (later Poet Laureate.)
“I have so fixed the habit in my own mind that I never raise a glass of water to my lips without a moment's asking of God's blessing. I never seal a letter without putting a word of prayer under the seal. I never take a letter from the post without a brief sending of my thoughts heavenward. I never change classes in the section room without a minute's petition on the cadets who go out and those who come in.” MindWarMomentsWaterMy OwnPrayerRoomsClassMinutesHabitBlessingLettersAskingRaisesLipsGlassesPostsFixedSectionsMy ThoughtsNever ChangeSealsPetitionsConfederateSilent PrayerCadets Author:Stonewall Jackson