Quotes By Barry Cornwall
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
So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be!
Barry Cornwall
Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream, Gently, - as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream!
Barry Cornwall
All round the room my silent servants wait, My friends in every season, bright and dim.
Barry Cornwall