More quotes by Madison Cawein
Some shall reap that never sow;
And some shall toil and not attain.
Old homes! old hearts! Upon my soul forever
Their peace and gladness lie like tears and laughter.
What magic shall solve us the secret
Of beauty that’s born for an hour?
At daybreak Morn shall come to me
In raiment of the white winds spun.
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To sin by silence, when we should protest,
Makes cowards out of men.
Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact.
There are times when good words are to be left unsaid out of esteem for silence.
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