A Quote by Edmund Waller

And keeps the palace of the soul.

Edmund Waller

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Keeps Palace Soul

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Edmund Waller
English - Poet
March 3, 1606 - October 21, 1687

Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade And keeps that palace of the soul serene.

Edmund Waller

Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade, And keeps that palace of the soul serene.

Edmund Waller

The soul of one who serves God always swims in joy, always keeps holiday, is always in her palace of jubilation, ever singing with fresh ardor and fresh pleasure a new song of joy and love.

John of the Cross

My soul is not a palace of the past.

James Russell Lowell

The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.

Lord Byron

Are you grown an atheist? Will you turn your body, Which is the goodly palace of the soul, To the soul's slaughter-house? Oh, the curse' d devil, Which doth present us with all other sins Thrice-candied o'er.

John Webster

The earth's biosphere could be thought of as a sort of palace. The continents are rooms in the palace; islands are smaller rooms. Each room has its own decor and unique inhabitants; many of the rooms have been sealed off for millions of years. The doors in the palace have been flung open, and the walls are coming down.

Richard Preston

By reason of his elegance, he resembles an image painted in a palace, though he is as majestic as the palace itself.

Abdelkader El Djezairi

It was Cosmos who actually told Crystal Palace about me. Palace came to have a look, liked what they saw, and they took it from there.

Victor Moses

Your love keeps me afloat but will remain the anchor in my soul... I don't really have words to describe how romantic I find that. Your love is what keeps me going, but it's also the anchor that keeps me close to you. I love it!

Rabindranath Tagore

As late as the seventeenth century, monarchs owned so little furniture that they had to travel from palace to palace with wagon-loads of plate and bedspreads, of carpets and tapestries.

Aldous Huxley

The year was 1882. The palace was the Luxembourg Palace: the ball, the Senat Bal, held at the beginning of autumn. It was still warm, and so the garden was used as well. I was the soprano. I was Lilliet Berne.