GREAT LINES FROM GREAT POEMS
(PART FOUR)
- Within his
ample volume lies
The mystery of
mysteries.
Happiest they of human race
To whom their God has given grace
To read, to fear, to hope to pray,
To lift the latch, to force the way;
But better had they ne’er been born
That read to doubt or read to scorn.----Sir Walter Scott.
- Does the Road
wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my
friend…..
Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labour you shall
find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come. -----Christina Georgina
Rosssetti.
- Sleep
sweet within the quiet room,
O thou, whoe’er thou art,
And let no mournful yesterdays
Disturb thy peaceful heart.-----Ellen M. Huntington Gates.
- Full many
a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear:
Fully many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.------Thomas Gray
- When some
great sorrow, like a mighty river,
Flows through your life with peace-destroying power,
And dearest things are swept from right forever,
Say to your heart each trying hour:
“This, too, shall pass away.”-------Lanta Wilson Smith.
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Compiler: G. R. Kanwal
20th October 2025
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