If so men's memories not a monument be, None shalt thou have. Warm hearts, and not cold stone, Must mark thy grave, or thou shalt lie, unknown. Marbles keep not themselves; how then, keep thee?
The happiest heart that ever beat Was in some quiet breast That found the common daylight sweet, And left to Heaven the rest. - John Vance Cheney
The happiest heart that ever beat Was in some quiet breast That found the common daylight sweet, And left to Heaven the rest.
- John Vance Cheney
The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears. [So when you are crying remember also to anticipate and look for the rainbow.] - John Vance Cheney
The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears. [So when you are crying remember also to anticipate and look for the rainbow.]
The message from the hedge-leaves, Heed it, whoso thou art; Under lowly eaves Lives the happy heart. - John Vance Cheney
The message from the hedge-leaves, Heed it, whoso thou art; Under lowly eaves Lives the happy heart.
If so men's memories not a monument be, None shalt thou have. Warm hearts, and not cold stone, Must mark thy grave, or thou shalt lie, unknown. Marbl… - John Vance Cheney
If so men's memories not a monument be, None shalt thou have. Warm hearts, and not cold stone, Must mark thy grave, or thou shalt lie, unknown. Marbl…
A breath, whence no man knows, Swaying the grating weeds, it blows; It comes, it grieves, it goes. Once it rocked the summer rose. - John Vance Cheney
A breath, whence no man knows, Swaying the grating weeds, it blows; It comes, it grieves, it goes. Once it rocked the summer rose.
The wind is awake, pretty leave, pretty leaves, Heed not what he says, he deceives, he deceives; Over and over To the lowly clover He has lisped the … - John Vance Cheney
The wind is awake, pretty leave, pretty leaves, Heed not what he says, he deceives, he deceives; Over and over To the lowly clover He has lisped the …
The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears. - John Vance Cheney
The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears.
Holding occasion by the hand, Not over nice 'twixt weed and flower, Waiving what none can understand, I make mine hour. - John Vance Cheney
Holding occasion by the hand, Not over nice 'twixt weed and flower, Waiving what none can understand, I make mine hour.
I pour into the world the eternal streams Wan prophets tent beside, and dream their dreams. - John Vance Cheney
I pour into the world the eternal streams Wan prophets tent beside, and dream their dreams.
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