Quote #8

Some books are drenched sands On which a great soul's wealth lies all in heaps, Like a wrecked argosy.

More from Alexander Smith

  1. A poem round and perfect as a star.
  2. The saddest thing that befalls a soul Is when it loses faith in God and woman.
  3. In winter, when the dismal rain Comes down in slanting lines, And Wind, that grand old harper, smote His thunder-harp of pines.
  4. We twain have met like the ships upon the sea, Who hold an hour's converse, so short, so sweet; One little hour! And then, away they speed …
  5. Like a pale martyr in his shirt of fire.
  6. Each time we love, We turn a nearer and a broader mark To that keen archer, Sorrow, and he strikes.
  7. The man who in this world can keep the whiteness of his soul is not likely to lose it in any other.
  8. Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.

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