Barry Cornwall

O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee! ↗

— Barry Cornwall

#art #away #cast #dream #hopes

Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne. ↗

— Barry Cornwall

#night #oh #she #sits #smile

The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord. ↗

— Barry Cornwall

#earth #hath #noise #string #sweetest

Death is the tyrant of the imagination. ↗

— Barry Cornwall

#imagination #tyrant

Half the ills we heard within our hearts are ills because we hoard them. ↗

— Barry Cornwall

#half #heard #hearts #hoard #ills

There's not a wind but whispers of thy name; And not a flow'r that grows beneath the moon, But in its hues and fragrance tells a tale Of thee, my love. ↗

— Barry Cornwall

#flow #fragrance #grows #hues #love

All round the room my silent servants wait, My friends in every season, bright and dim. ↗

— Barry Cornwall

#dim #every #friends #room #round

Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors. ↗

— Barry Cornwall

#even #radiant #speaks #these

I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more. ↗

— Barry Cornwall

#great #i #loved #more #more and more

Pity speaks to grief More sweetly than a band of instruments. ↗

— Barry Cornwall

#grief #instruments #more #pity #speaks