10 quotes
There is a pleasure which is born of pain.
The Wanderer (1859)
Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.
The Wanderer (1859)
The unknown
Is life to love, religion, poetry.
The Wanderer (1859)
Oh, moment of sweet peril, perilous sweet!
When woman joins herself to man.
The Wanderer (1859)
A night of tears! for the gusty rain
Had ceased, but the eaves were dripping yet;
And the moon look'd forth, as tho' in pain,
With her face al white and wet.
The Wanderer (1859)
Ah, well! when time is flown, how it fled
It is better neither to ask nor tell.
Leave the dead moments to bury their dead.
The Wanderer (1859)
The world is fill'd with folly and sin,
And Love must cling where it can, I say:
For Beauty is easy enough to win;
But one isn't loved every day.
The Wanderer (1859)
In the lives of most women and men
There's a moment when all would go smooth and even,
If only the dead could find out when
To come back and be forgiven.
The Wanderer (1859)
And the jasmin-flower in her fair young breast:
(O the faint, sweet smell of that jasmin-flower!)
And the one bird singing alone in his nest:
And the one star over the tower.
The Wanderer (1859)
The ages roll
Forward; and, forward with them, draw my soul
Into Time’s infinite sea.
And to be glad or sad I care no more:
But to have done, and to have been, before
I cease to do and be!
The Wanderer (1859)