I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, read more

I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it.

The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame
Over his living head like Heaven is bent,
An early but read more

The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame
Over his living head like Heaven is bent,
An early but enduring monument,
Came, veiling all the lightnings of his song
In sorrow.

Love is not written on paper, for paper can be erased. Nor is it etched on stone, for stone can read more

Love is not written on paper, for paper can be erased. Nor is it etched on stone, for stone can be broken. But it is inscribed on a heart and there it shall remain forever.

The timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness; and knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is read more

The timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness; and knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.

Forever is composed of nows.

Forever is composed of nows.

Eternity! thou pleasing dreadful thought!
Through what variety of untried being,
Through what new scenes and changes read more

Eternity! thou pleasing dreadful thought!
Through what variety of untried being,
Through what new scenes and changes must we pass!

Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear read more

Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.

If we consider eternity, into that time never entered; eternity
is not an everlasting flux of time, but time read more

If we consider eternity, into that time never entered; eternity
is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short
parenthesis in a long period; and eternity had been the same as
it is, though time had never been.

Those spacious regions where our fancies roam,
Pain'd by the past, expecting ills to come,
In some read more

Those spacious regions where our fancies roam,
Pain'd by the past, expecting ills to come,
In some dread moment. by the fates assign'd,
Shall pass away, nor leave a rack behind;
And Time's revolving wheels shall lose at last
The speed that spins the future and the past:
And, sovereign of an undisputed throne,
Awful eternity shall reign alone.