The distant soul can shake the distant friend’s soul and make the longing felt, over untold miles.
Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain,And the watch fire under stars, and sleep, and the road again.
I have seen flowers come in stony placesAnd kind things done by men with ugly faces,And the gold cup won by the worst horse at the races,So I trust, too.
I must go down to the sea again, for the call of the running tide, is a wild call and a clear call, that cannot be denied!
Christmas ought to be brought up to date,” Maria said. “It ought to have gangsters, and aeroplanes and a lot of automatic pistols.
But Time and Tide and Buttered Eggs wait for no man.
I must go down to the sea…to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship, and a star to steer her by……
Best trust the happy moments. … The days that make us happy make us wise.
An art in which the artist by means of rhythm and great sincerity can convey to others the sentiment which he feels about life.
Once in a century a man may be ruined or made insufferable by praise. But surely once a minute something generous dies for want of it.
I must go down to the seas again to the lonely sea and the sky And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by.
Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain.