Alfred Bunn

The heart bow'd down by weight of woe,
To weakest hope will cling,
To thought and impulse while they flow,
That can no comfort bring,
That can, that can no comfort bring,
With those exciting scenes will blend,
O'er pleasure's pathway thrown;
But mem'ry is the only friend
That grief can call its own. /grief/ Alfred Bunn quotes

Quotes of the month

Anatoly Yurkin Usefulness avoids theory, seeking to be embodied by the brand. [02/28/2019 12:02:53] More

Tamerlan Kuzgov In the picture of life the invisible signature of God

Read more: [03/12/2019 01:03:29] More

Tamerlan Kuzgov For a case of waste of time, make a photocopy of it.

Read more: [03/17/2019 04:03:57] More

Anatoly Yurkin A biological individual becomes a person through mistakes. [03/12/2019 01:03:43] More

Tamerlan Kuzgov The silence is golden, especially if you can lose gold teeth.

Read more: [03/20/2019 05:03:12] More