Alexander Smith

We twain have met like the ships upon the sea,
Who behold an hour's converse, so short, so sweet:
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We twain have met like the ships upon the sea,
Who behold an hour's converse, so short, so sweet:
One little hour! and then, away they speed
On lonely paths, through mist, and cloud, and foam,
To meet no more.

Everything is sweetened by risk.

Everything is sweetened by risk.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in
the recognition.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in
the recognition.

I would rather be remembered by a song than by a victory.

I would rather be remembered by a song than by a victory.

Books are a finer world within the world.

Books are a finer world within the world.