The Sonnets Quotes
The Sonnets
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The Sonnets Quotes
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“Come gaze about aged churchyard and behold
Those vanish'd hours of lead and hours of gold.”
― The Sonnets
Those vanish'd hours of lead and hours of gold.”
― The Sonnets
“Arise my soul, arise to lighter ways,
So cast aside dark shadows haunting thee;
O view the orbs and spheres of brighter days,
Lost fragments fraught with broken ecstasy.”
― The Sonnets
So cast aside dark shadows haunting thee;
O view the orbs and spheres of brighter days,
Lost fragments fraught with broken ecstasy.”
― The Sonnets
“Ere long this golden light shall pass and fade
Except all cherish'd mem'ries ye have made.”
― The Sonnets
Except all cherish'd mem'ries ye have made.”
― The Sonnets
“Sonnet XII: There is a Meetinghouse across the wold
There is a Meetinghouse across the wold
Near shaded churchyard where pine breezes sigh;
Such sacred mem'ries gently here unfold
Of rustic folk whom 'neath the yew trees lie.
Engraved on stones now crum'ling in the earth,
Of souls asleep for o'er a hundred years,
Foretell unceasing cycles—Death and Birth
That yew tree nods and weeps her unseen tears.
But God shall guide us through the gloom of night
Victorious over grim reaper's blade,
As yet we grasp to see eternal light
Amidst life's fickle joys which here do fade.
Victims of Death by lusty scythe bannish'd
Triumphant wake to find nightmares vanish'd!
13 February, 2013”
― The Sonnets
There is a Meetinghouse across the wold
Near shaded churchyard where pine breezes sigh;
Such sacred mem'ries gently here unfold
Of rustic folk whom 'neath the yew trees lie.
Engraved on stones now crum'ling in the earth,
Of souls asleep for o'er a hundred years,
Foretell unceasing cycles—Death and Birth
That yew tree nods and weeps her unseen tears.
But God shall guide us through the gloom of night
Victorious over grim reaper's blade,
As yet we grasp to see eternal light
Amidst life's fickle joys which here do fade.
Victims of Death by lusty scythe bannish'd
Triumphant wake to find nightmares vanish'd!
13 February, 2013”
― The Sonnets
“The seasons bring to life the living lyre”
― The Sonnets
― The Sonnets
