I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art. – Thomas Moore
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touchd by the thorns. – Thomas Moore
I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art. – Thomas Moore
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touchd by the thorns. – Thomas Moore
Plants that wake when others sleep. Timid jasmine buds that keep their fragrance to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about. – Thomas Moore
The sky was dark and gloomy, the air was damp and raw, the streets were wet and sloppy. The smoke hung sluggishly above the chimney-tops as if it lacked the courage to rise, and the rain came slowly and doggedly down, as if it had not even the spirit to pour. – Charles Dickens, The Pickwick Papers