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There's a hope for every woe,
And a balm for every pain,
But the first joys of read more
There's a hope for every woe,
And a balm for every pain,
But the first joys of our heart
Come never back again!
How fading are the joys we dote upon!
Like apparitions seen and gone;
But those which soonest read more
How fading are the joys we dote upon!
Like apparitions seen and gone;
But those which soonest take their flight
Are the most exquisite and strong;
Like angel's visits short and bright,
Mortality's too weak to bear them long.
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
- Lord Byron (George read more
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
- Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),
Oh, frabjous day! Callooh. Callay!
He chortled in his joy.
Oh, frabjous day! Callooh. Callay!
He chortled in his joy.
This is the true joy of life, the being used up for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty read more
This is the true joy of life, the being used up for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clot of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the community, and as long as I live, it is my privilege to do for it what I can. . -George Bernard Shaw.
On a March clothesline
.. transparent icicles in a row
in the bright sun
they drip and glow
Marks read more
On a March clothesline
.. transparent icicles in a row
in the bright sun
they drip and glow
Marks of exclamation !!!!!!!!!!
a sentence of joyful exclamation !!!!!!!!
Joy is not in things; it is in us
Joy is not in things; it is in us
Sing out my soul, thy songs of joy;
Such as a happy bird will sing,
Beneath a read more
Sing out my soul, thy songs of joy;
Such as a happy bird will sing,
Beneath a Rainbow's lovely arch,
In early spring.
Joys do not stay, but take wing and fly away.
[Lat., Gaudia non remanent, sed fugitiva volant.]
Joys do not stay, but take wing and fly away.
[Lat., Gaudia non remanent, sed fugitiva volant.]
