To them I may have owed another gift, Is lightened; that serene and blessed mood, WORDSWORTH. If of our affections none find grace In sight of heaven, then wherefore hath God made The world which we inhabit? Better plea As hallows and makes pure all gentle hearts. Alas! our young affections run to waste, Or water but the desert. BYRON. Some gather round them a phalanx of friends, MISS MULOCH. [See also LOVE-FRIENDSHIP.] AFFLICTION-(See ADVERSITY.) AGE. My way of life Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf; dare not. SHAKSPEARE. But an old age serene and bright, And lovely as a Lapland night, Shall lead thee to thy grave. WORDSWORTH. Time has laid his hand Upon my heart gently, not smiting it; But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. LONGFELLOW. Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye. SHAKSPEARE. With weary hand, yet steadfast will, WHITTIER. O not more sweet the tears Of the dewy eve on the violet shed, Than the dews of old age on the "hoary head," When it enters the eve of years. "SONGS IN THE NIGHT." Why weep ye then for him, who, having won BRYANT. A time there is, when, like a thrice-told tale, Long rifled life of sweets can yield no more. YOUNG. |