Though our own hearts break, we cannot flinch; these are new times, sir. There is a misty plot afoot so subtle we should be criminal to cling to old respect and ancient friendships. I have seen too many frightful proofs in court the Devil is alive in Salem, and we dare not quail to follow wherever the accusing finger points!
From the lone shieling of the misty island Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas – Yet still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland, And we in dreams behold the Hebrides! Fair these broad meads, these hoary woods are grand; But we are exiles from our fathers' land.
They are not long, the days of wine and roses;Out of a misty dreamOur path emerges for a while, then closesWithin a dream.Ernest Dowson
For I have seyn of a ful misty morwe Folowen ful ofte a myrie someris day.Geoffrey Chaucer
The wild sea roars and lashes the granite cliffs below,And round the misty islets the loud strong tempests blow.mary howitt
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence.thomas hood
I think that physics is about escaping the prison of the received thoughts and searching for novel ways of thinking the world, about trying to clear a bit the misty lake of insubstantial dreams, which reflect reality like the lake reflects the mountains.carlo rovelli
Each morning my characters greet me with misty faces willing, though chilled, to muster for another day's progress through the dazzling quicksand the marsh of blank paper.john updike
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.william shakespeare
The ceaseless rain is falling fast, And yonder gilded vane, Immovable for three days past, Points to the misty main.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Where deep and misty shadows float In forest's depths is heard thy note. Like a lost spirit, earthbound still, Art thou, mysterious whip-poor-will.
From all the misty morning air, there comes a summer sound, A murmur as of waters from skies, and trees, and ground. The birds they sing upon the wing, the pigeons bill and coo.richard watson gilder
From all the misty morning air, there comes a summer sound, A murmur as of waters from skies, and trees, and ground. The birds they sing upon the wing, the pigeons bill and coo.