We have been friends together,
In sunshine and in shade;
Since first beneath the chestnut-trees
In infancy we played.
But coldness dwells within thy heart,
A cloud is on thy brow;
We have been friends together—
Shall a light word part us now?
We have been gay together;
We have laugh’d at little jests;
For the fount of hope was gushing...
I have two friends—two glorious friends—two better could not be,
And every night when midnight tolls they meet to laugh with me.
The first was shot by Carlist thieves—ten years ago in Spain.
The second drowned near Alicante—while I alive remain.
I love to see their dim white forms come floating through the night,
And grieve to see them fade away in...
As we the withered ferns
By the roadway lying,
Time, the jester, spurns
All our prayers and prying—
All our tears and sighing,
Sorrow, change, and woe—
All our where-and-whying
For friends that come and go.
Life awakes and burns.
Age and death defying,
Till at last it learns
All but...
From “a Midsummer Night’s Dream,” Act III. Sc. 2.
O, IS all forgot?
All school-days’ friendship, childhood innocence?
We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,
Have with our needles created both one flower,
Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,
Both warbling of one song, both in one key,
As if our hands, our sides,...
Friend after friend departs:
Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts
That finds not here an end;
Were this frail world our only rest,
Living or dying, none were blest.
Beyond the flight of time,
Beyond this vale of death,
There surely is some blessèd clime
Where life is not a breath,
...
We have been friends together
In sunshine and in shade,
Since first beneath the chestnut-tree
In infancy we played.
But coldness dwells within thy heart,
A cloud is on thy brow;
We have been friends together,
Shall a light word part us now?
We have been gay together;
We have laughed at little jests;
For...
When the black-lettered list to the gods was presented
(The list of what Fate for each mortal intends),
At the long string of ills a kind goddess relented,
And slipped in three blessings,—wife, children, and friends.
In vain surly Pluto maintained he was cheated,
For justice divine could not compass its ends;
The scheme of man’s penance...
Are Friends Delight or Pain?
Could Bounty but remain
Riches were good —
But if they only stay
Ampler to fly away
Riches are sad.
