Quotations by Barry Cornwall
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Born: Wednesday, November 21, 1787
Died: Monday, October 5, 1874 (86 years old)
All round the room my silent servants wait, My friends in every season, bright and dim.
Death is the tyrant of the imagination.
(Keywords: Death, Imagination)
Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.
Half the ills we heard within our hearts are ills because we hoard them.
I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more.
O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!
(Keywords: Art, Life, Beauty, Dream)
Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.
(Keywords: Light, Night, Smile, Summer)
Pity speaks to grief More sweetly than a band of instruments.
(Keywords: Grief, Pity)
So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be!
The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.
(Keywords: Earth, Tongue, Woman)
There's not a wind but whispers of thy name; And not a flow'r that grows beneath the moon, But in its hues and fragrance tells a tale Of thee, my love.
(Keywords: Love, Moon, Name, Wind)
Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream, Gently, - as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream!