Fitz-Greene Halleck Quotes

The wild-flower wreath of feeling, the sunbeam of the heart.

There is an evening twilight of the heart, When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest.

This bank-note world.

What is man's love? His vows are broke even while his parting kiss is warm.

And thou art terrible--the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier; And all we know, or dream, or fear Of agony, are thine.

Strike-for your altars and your fires; Strike-for the green graves of your sires; God-and your native land!

I sorrow that all fair things must decay.

They love their land, because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why; Would shake hands with a king upon his throne, And think it kindness to his majesty. - Fitz

Ere the dolphin dies Its hues are brightest. Like an infant's breath Are tropic winds before the voice of death.

It is a rich storehouse for those who love quotations. It is as full of fine bon mots as a Christmas pudding is full of plums.

Come to the bridal-chamber, Death! Come to the mother's, when she feels, For the first time, her first-born's breath! Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke!

And Burns--though brief the race he ran, Though rough and dark the paths he trod, Lived--died--in form and soul a man, The image of his God.

I cannot spare the luxury of believing that all things beautiful are what they seem.

None knew thee but to love thee.

Beauty,--the fading rainbow's pride.

Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.