An exile from home splendour dazzles in vain, Oh give me my lowly thatched cottage again; The birds singing gayly, that came at my call, Give me them, and that peace of mind dearer than all.
Each minute bursts in the burning room,The great globe reels in the solar fire,Spinning the trivial and unique away.(How all things flash! How all things flare!)What am I now that I was then?May memory restore again and againThe smallest color of the smallest day:Time is the school in which we learn,Time is the fire in which we burn.delmore schwartz
They talk of short-lived pleasures—be it so—pain dies as quickly: stern, hard-featured painExpires, and lets her weary prisoner go.The fiercest agonies have shortest reign;And after dreams of horror, comes againThe welcome morning with its rays of peace.william cullen bryant
The thirsty earth soaks up the rain,And drinks, and gapes for drink again;The plants suck in the earth, and areWith constant drinking fresh and fair.Abraham Cowley
The bud is on the bough again,The leaf is on the tree.charles jeffreys
Oh would I were a boy again,When life seemed formed of sunny years,And all the heart then knew of painWas wept away in transient tears!When every tale Hope whispered then,My fancy deemed was only truth.Oh, would that I could know again,The happy visions of my youth.mark lemon
We think…that this world should be destroyed and reborn…You think that…people should start over again…The result may be the same…but they’re different…Show your enemy…no mercy…[Luke offers a hand]With shallow feelings like that…you’ll never…defeat him…Farewell, Meryl