I am feeble, pale and weary,And my wings are nearly furled;I have caused a scene so dreary,I am glad to quit the world!With bitterness I'm thinkingOn the evil I have done,And to my caverns sinkingFrom the coming of the sun. — Hannah Flagg Gould Share this quote Post on X Facebook Download image Copy quote Copy link Share… Another quote →
Come out — pretty Rose-Bud, — my lone, timid one!Come forth from thy green leaves, and peep at the sun!For little he does, in these dull autumn hours,At height'ning of beauty, or laughing with flowers.
The Frost looked forth one still, clear night,And he said, "Now I shall be out of sight;So through the valley and over the heightIn silence I'll take my way."