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Joys too exquisite to last,
And yet more exquisite when past.
Joys too exquisite to last,
And yet more exquisite when past.
An infant when it gazes on a light,
A child the moment when it drains the breast,
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An infant when it gazes on a light,
A child the moment when it drains the breast,
A devotee when soars the Host in sight,
An Arab with a stranger for a guest,
A sailor when the prize has struck in fight,
A miser filling his most hoarded chest,
Feel rapture; but not such true joy are reaping
As they who watch o'er what they love while sleeping.
The secret of contentment is knowing how to enjoy what you have, and to be able to lose all desire read more
The secret of contentment is knowing how to enjoy what you have, and to be able to lose all desire for things beyond your reach
Joy is not in things; it is in us
Joy is not in things; it is in us
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),
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.
For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.
For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.
