Quotes
Quotes about Care
And this the burden of his song
Forever used to be,--
I care for nobody, no, not I,
If no one cares for me.
Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt,
And every grin so merry draws one out.
A man's ingress into the world is naked and bare,
His progress through the world is trouble and care;
And lastly, his egress out of the world, is nobody knows where.
If we do well here, we shall do well there:
I can tell you no more if I preach a whole year.
He wales a portion with judicious care;
And "Let us worship God," he says with solemn air.
If naebody care for me,
I 'll care for naebody.
Dweller in yon dungeon dark,
Hangman of creation, mark!
Who in widow weeds appears,
Laden with unhonoured years,
Noosing with care a bursting purse,
Baited with many a deadly curse?
Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu' o' care?
A guardian angel o'er his life presiding,
Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.
There's nae sorrow there, John,
There's neither cauld nor care, John,
The day is aye fair,
In the land o' the leal.
She gave me eyes, she gave me ears;
And humble cares, and delicate fears;
A heart, the fountain of sweet tears;
And love and thought and joy.
Blessings be with them, and eternal praise,
Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!--
The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs
Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays.
Scared out of his seven senses.
Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to heaven conveyed,
And bade it blossom there.
Nought cared this body for wind or weather
When youth and I lived in 't together.
They sin who tell us love can die;
With life all other passions fly,
All others are but vanity.
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Love is indestructible,
Its holy flame forever burneth;
From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.
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It soweth here with toil and care,
But the harvest-time of love is there.
'T was the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,--not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
Far from mortal cares retreating,
Sordid hopes and vain desires,
Here, our willing footsteps meeting,
Every heart to heaven aspires.
The careful pilot of my proper woe.
Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe
When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe;
Like other charmers, wooing the caress
More dazzlingly when daring in full dress;
Yet thy true lovers more admire by far
Thy naked beauties--give me a cigar!
I could lie down like a tired child,
And weep away the life of care
Which I have borne, and yet must bear.
Take her up tenderly,
Lift her with care;
Fashioned so slenderly,
Young, and so fair!
Seeing only what is fair,
Sipping only what is sweet,
Thou dost mock at fate and care.
A dark horsewhich had never been thought of, and which the careless St. James had never even observed in the list, rushed past the grand stand in sweeping triumph.
And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.
In the elder days of Art,
Builders wrought with greatest care
Each minute and unseen part;
For the gods see everywhere.
