Quotes
Quotes about Art
We two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years.
Kathleen Mavourneen, the gray dawn is breaking, The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill, The lark from her light wing the bright dew is shaking-- Kathleen Mavourneen, what, slumbering, still? Oh hast thou forgotten how soon we must sever? Oh hast thou forgotten this day we must part? It may be for years and it may be forever; Oh why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
One kind kiss before we part, Drop a tear, and bid adieu; Though we sever, my fond heart Till we meet shall pant for you.
We only part to meet again.
Excuse me, then! you know my heart; But dearest friends, alas! must part.
My Book and Heart Shall never part.
If we must part forever, Give me but one kind word to think upon, And please myself with, while my heart's breaking.
Now fitted the halter, now travers'd the cart, And often took leave; but was loth to part.
But in vain she did conjure him, To depart her presence so, Having a thousand tongues t' allure him And but one to bid him go. When lips invite, And eyes delight, And cheeks as fresh as rose in June, Persuade delay,-- What boots to say Forego me now, come to me soon.
If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed; If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.
They say be parted well and paid his score, And so, God be with him.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Gone--flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
She went her unremembering way, She went and left in me The pang of all the partings gone, And partings yet to be.
Ah, nut-brown partridges! Ah, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants.
Or have you mark'd a partridge quake, Viewing the towering falcon nigh? She cuddles low behind the brake: Nor would she stay; nor dares she fly.
Who finds the partridge in the puttock's nest But may imagine how the bird was dead, Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak?
Like as a feareful partridge, that is fledd From the sharpe hauke which her attacked neare, And falls to ground to seeke for succor theare, Whereas the hungry spaniells she does spye, With greedy jawes her ready for to teare.
All parties without exception, when they seek for power, are varieties of absolutism.
Any party which takes credit for the rain must not be surprised if its opponents blame it for the drought.
Sometimes party loyalty asks too much.
The best system is to have one party govern and the other party watch.
Party honesty is party expediency.
I am not a member of any organized party--I am a Democrat.
Party is the madness of many, for the gains of a few.
