A philosopher being asked what was the first thing necessary to win the love of a woman, answered, Opportunity!
Came but for friendship, and took away love.
A few moments of silence may be all the meditation we need at times. Our homes could have a little space for withdrawal and quiet, and even a small garden could offer some distance from noise.
To love you was pleasant enough. And, oh! 'tis delicious to hate you!
The young May moon is beaming, love. The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love. How sweet to rove, Through Morna's grove, When the drowsy world is dreaming, love! Then awake! - the heavens look bright, my dear, 'Tis never too late for delight, my dear, And the best of all ways To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!
Every season hath its pleasure; Spring may boast her flowery prime, Yet the vineyard's ruby treasuries Brighten Autumn's sob'rer time.
This heart, my own dear mother, bends, With love's true instinct, back to thee!
When Time who steals our years away Shall steal our pleasures too, The mem'ry of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.
Like the stain'd web that whitens in the sun, grow pure by being purely shone upon.
T'is the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone.
Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her hand she bore.
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