Skip to content

"The landscape, like a painted picture shone,
Lined as an atlas in the window frame,
In form, in character, for aye the same,
But many moods writ each its tale thereon."

— Annie Charlotte Dalton

Another quote →

More quotes by Annie Charlotte Dalton

"We ask Thee not for quietness and rest,
But for the ecstasy of endless quest;
That Chief Adventure, questing for the truth,
That radiant wholesomeness, immortal youth."

"Foolish, foolish
Edith Sitwell
sang a solo
of her auntie,
her rich auntie
and her trumpet,
such a trumpet
as old ladies
give to stranger-
folk to blow in."

"I will be strong! then let the billows roll
Far o'er my head--they cannot hurt my soul;
Deeper the swell, the higher soars the crest--
I reach my haven on its boundless breast."

All Annie Charlotte Dalton quotes →

Attribution

Quote text and notes from Wikiquote: Annie Charlotte Dalton (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0. Source quality and labels are our own summary of what Wikiquote records.