He who hath glory lost, nor hath
Found any soul to fellow his,
Among his foes in scorn and wrath
Holding to ancient nobleness,
That high unconsortable one ---
His love is his companion.
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Quotes of the Day
I don't have to look up my family tree, because I know that I'm the sap.
by John Vance Cheney
Revere thy roof; life has no more
To give than now is at the door.
Where looks the clear, home-keeping eye,
There is the angel standing by.