Home, the spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest.
My advice to you concerning applause is this: enjoy it but never quite believe it - Robert Montgomery
My advice to you concerning applause is this: enjoy it but never quite believe it
- Robert Montgomery
Oh! none are so absorb'd, as not to feel Sweet thoughts like music coming o'er the mind: When prayer, the purest incense of a soul, Hath risen to the… - Robert Montgomery
Oh! none are so absorb'd, as not to feel Sweet thoughts like music coming o'er the mind: When prayer, the purest incense of a soul, Hath risen to the…
Home, the spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest. - Robert Montgomery
The flood will lift the ghosts from the Hollywood lawn cemetery and they will disappear like ether in the now dead air. All the names will be erased … - Robert Montgomery
The flood will lift the ghosts from the Hollywood lawn cemetery and they will disappear like ether in the now dead air. All the names will be erased …
How oft, - be witness, Guardian of our days!... The sky besprinkled o'er with rainbow hues, As if angelic wings had wanton'd there. - Robert Montgomery
How oft, - be witness, Guardian of our days!... The sky besprinkled o'er with rainbow hues, As if angelic wings had wanton'd there.
And Thou, vast Ocean! on whole awful face Time's iron feet can print no ruin trace. - Robert Montgomery
And Thou, vast Ocean! on whole awful face Time's iron feet can print no ruin trace.
Oh! weep not that our beauty wears Beneath the wings of Time; That age o'erclouds the brow with cares That once was raised sublime... But mourn the i… - Robert Montgomery
Oh! weep not that our beauty wears Beneath the wings of Time; That age o'erclouds the brow with cares That once was raised sublime... But mourn the i…
Obviously my own work comes from a conceptual art tradition, but I love the graffiti artists, and I feel spiritually closer to them than to most cont… - Robert Montgomery
Obviously my own work comes from a conceptual art tradition, but I love the graffiti artists, and I feel spiritually closer to them than to most cont…
Beneath our feet a fairy pathway flows, The grass still glitters in the summer breeze, The dusky wood, and distant copse appear, And that lone stream… - Robert Montgomery
Beneath our feet a fairy pathway flows, The grass still glitters in the summer breeze, The dusky wood, and distant copse appear, And that lone stream…
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