Quotes
Quotes about Soul
There was a little man, and he had a little soul;
And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls,
Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
The harp that once through Tara's halls
The soul of music shed,
Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls
As if that soul were fled.
So sleeps the pride of former days,
So glory's thrill is o'er;
And hearts that once beat high for praise
Now feel that pulse no more.
As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean
Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see,
So deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion,
Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee.
As still to the star of its worship, though clouded,
The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea,
So dark when I roam in this wintry world shrouded,
The hope of my spirit turns trembling to Thee.
The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
He had kept
The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.
O Rome! my country! city of the soul!
Such is the aspect of this shore;
'T is Greece, but living Greece no more!
So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,
We start, for soul is wanting there.
The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the music breathing from her face,
The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,--
And oh, that eye was in itself a soul!
O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,
Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,
Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,
Survey our empire, and behold our home!
These are our realms, no limit to their sway,--
Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.
No words suffice the secret soul to show,
For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
O God! it is a fearful thing
To see the human soul take wing
In any shape, in any mood.
Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes,
Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.
That all-softening, overpowering knell,
The tocsin of the soul,--the dinner bell.
Bards of Passion and of Mirth,
Ye have left your souls on earth!
Have ye souls in heaven too?
Literature is the Thought of thinking Souls.
Everywhere the human soul stands between a hemisphere of light and another of darkness on the confines of two everlasting hostile empires,--Necessity and Free Will.
Even in the meanest sorts of Labor, the whole soul of a man is composed into a kind of real harmony the instant he sets himself to work.
In books lies the soul of the whole Past Time: the articulate audible voice of the Past, when the body and material substance of it has altogether vanished like a dream.
The soul of man is larger than the sky,
Deeper than ocean, or the abysmal dark
Of the unfathomed center.
Such souls,
Whose sudden visitations daze the world,
Vanish like lightning, but they leave behind
A voice that in the distance far away
Wakens the slumbering ages.
There is in stillness oft a magic power
To calm the breast when struggling passions lower,
Touched by its influence, in the soul arise
Diviner feelings, kindred with the skies.
I like a church; I like a cowl;
I like a prophet of the soul;
And on my heart monastic aisles
Fall like sweet strains or pensive smiles:
Yet not for all his faith can see
Would I that cowléd churchman be.
There is no great and no small
To the Soul that maketh all;
And where it cometh, all things are;
And it cometh everywhere.
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower,
Alike they're needful to the flower;
And joys and tears alike are sent
To give the soul fit nourishment.
As comes to me or cloud or sun,
Father! thy will, not mine, be done.
