I see heaven's glories shine and faith shines equal...
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With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free. Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres. There is music in the midst of desolation And a glory that shines upon our tears. They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted, They fell with their faces to the foe. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old; Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. They mingle not with laughing comrades again; They sit no more at familiar tables of home; They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep beyond England's foam. But where our desires are and our hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heart of their own land they are known As the stars are known to the Night; As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain, As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, To the end, to the end, they remain.
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Loss and possession, Death and life are one. There falls no shadow where There shines no sun.
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Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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It is easy enough to be pleasant, When life flows by like a song, But the man worth while is the one who can smile, When everything goes dead wrong. For the test of the heart is troubled, And it always comes with the years. And the smiles that is worth the praises of earth Is the smile that shines through tears.
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That ready wit, which you so partially allow me, ... may create many admirers; but, take my word for it, it makes few friends. It shines and dazzles like the noonday sun, but, like that, too, it is very apt to scorch, and therefore is always feared. The milder morning and evening light and heat of that planet soothe and calm our minds. Never seek for wit; if it present itself, well and good; but even then, let your judgement interpose, and take care that it be not at the expense of anybody.
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There are two ways to spread happiness; either be the light who shines it or be the mirror who reflects it.
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Among the attributes of God, although they are all equal, mercy shines with even more brilliancy than justice.
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Don't pray when it rains if you don't pray when the sun shines
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An epigram often flashes light into regions where reason shines but dimly.
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Sense shines with a double luster when it is set in humility. An able yet humble man is a jewel worth a kingdom.
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He is a man of splendid abilities but utterly corrupt. He shines and stinks like rotten mackerel by moonlight.
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Don't pray when it rains if you don't pray when the sun shines.
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It is by vivacity and wit that man shines in company; but trite jokes and loud laughter reduce him to a buffoon
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It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. Because they were holding on to something... There's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it's worth fighting for.
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Someone must play the minor parts, Someone must hold the spear, And someone, when the music starts, Must follow in the rear. Not everyone can be the star, That shines with great white light, But some must twinkle from afar To harmonize the night.
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Sweare by thy selfe, that at my death thy Sonne Shall shine as he shines now, and heretofore;...
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Do not hold as gold all that shines as gold.
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As long as the sun shines one does not ask for the moon
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Measure not God's love and favour by your own feeling. The sun shines as clearly in the darkest day as it does in the brightest. The difference is not in the sun, but in some clouds which hinder the manifestation of the light thereof.
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Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun, it shines everywhere.
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How far that little candle throws his beams!
So shines a good deed in a weary world.
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The beauty of the soul shines out when a man bears with composure one heavy mischance after another, not because he does not feel them, but because he is a man of high and heroic temper
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Truth is so difficult to find that, when one hears it, it shines through.
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How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
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Never let your head hang down. Never give up and sit down and grieve. Find another way. And don't pray when it rains if you don't pray when the sun shines.
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People so far have been very fond of the Robert Altman movie, as I am, and when one things goes well it shines light on your other projects and now I seem to have a number of projects that are moving forward.
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Were a star quenched on high, For ages would its light, Still travelling downward from the sky, Shine on our mortal sight. When a good man dies, For years beyond his ken, The light he leaves behind him shines Along the path of men.
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The light shines in the darkness and the darkness comprehended it not.
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The sun also shines on the wicked.
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