Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, Where the winds are all asleep; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam; Where the salt weed sways in the stream.
My canvas soothes me into forgetfulness of the scene of turmoil and folly — and worse — of the scene around me. Every gleam of sunshine is blighted to me in the art at least. Can it therefore be wondered at that I paint continual storms? "Tempest o'er tempest roll'd" — still the "darkness" is majestic.john constable
Whence comes solace? Not from seeing, What is doing, suffering, being; Not from noting Life’s conditions, Not from heeding Time’s monitions; But in cleaving to the Dream And in gazing at the gleam Whereby gray things golden seem.thomas hardy
Familiar as the voice of the mind is to each, the highest merit we ascribe to Moses, Plato and Milton is that they set at naught books and traditions, and spoke not what men, but what they thought. A man should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which flashes across his mind from within, more than the lustre of the firmament of bards and sages.
But they can't censor the gleam in my eye.
But there's a tree, of many, one, A single field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that isgone: The pansyat my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?william wordsworth
If mine had been the painter's hand, To express what then I saw; and add the gleam, The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the poet's dream.william wordsworth
I loathe the urchin’s cruelty to the cat, but I will not loathe the urchin. I loathe Hitler’s mass-torturing, but not Hitler; and the money-man’s heartlessness, but not the man. I love the swallow’s flight, and I love the swallow; the urchin’s gleam of tenderness, and the urchin.Olaf Stapledon
The moon belongs to everyone;The best things in life are free.The stars belong to everyone;They gleam there for you and me.buddy de sylva
All these relics gave... Thornfield Hall the aspect of a home of the past: a shrine to memory. I liked the hush, the gloom, the quaintness of these retreats in the day; but I by no means coveted a night's repose on one of those wide and heavy beds: shut in, some of them, with doors of oak; shaded, others, with wrought old-English hangings crusted with thick work, portraying effigies of strange flowers, and stranger birds, and strangest human beings, all which would have looked strange, indeed, by the pallid gleam of moonlight.charlotte brontë
New occasions teach new duties; Time makes ancient good uncouth; They must upward still, and onward, who would keep abreast of Truth Lo, before us gleam her camp-fires! we ourselves must Pilgrims be, Launch our Mayflower, and steer boldly through the desperate winter sea, Nor attempt the Future’s portal with the Past’s blood-rusted key.james russell lowell
I seem to be a brief light that flashes but once in all the aeons of time a rare, complicated, and all-too-delicate organism on the fringe of biological evolution , where the wave of life bursts into individual, sparkling, and multicolored drops that gleam for a moment... only to vanish forever.alan watts
Your flag and my flag, And how it flies to-day In your land and my land And half a world away! Rose-red and blood-red The stripes for ever gleam; Snow-white and soul-white The good forefathers' dream; Sky-blue and true-blue, with stars to gleam aright The gloried guidon of the day; a shelter through the night.
Your flag and my flag, And how it flies today In your land and my land And half a world away! Rose-red and blood-red The stripes forever gleam; Snow-white and soul-white The good forefathers' dream; Sky-blue and true-blue, with stars to gleam aright The gloried guidon of the day, a shelter through the night.
Sparkling and bright, in liquid light does the wine our goblets gleam in. With hue as red as the rosy bed which a bee would choose to dream in.Charles Fenno Hoffman
There does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night, And casts a gleam over this tufted grove.john milton
Far clouds of feathery gold, Shaded with deepest purple, gleam Like islands on a dark blue sea.Percy Bysshe Shelley
Is all our Life, then but a dream Seen faintly in the goldern gleam Athwart Time's dark resistless stream?
Life is but jest : A dream , a doom; A gleam, a gloom And then good rest!
You that are watching The gray Magician With eyes of wonder, I am Merlin, And I am dying, I am Merlin Who follow The gleam.