A Quote by William Wordsworth

'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.
Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
Joy is at its keenest when contrasted with sorrow, courage at its height when it follows fear, faith at its noblest when it grows from doubt.
The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget: but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open - this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.
With strength to meet sorrow, and faith to endure
Affliction may be lasting, but it is not everlasting. Affliction was a sting, but withal a wing: sorrow shall soon fly away.
When you like a flower, you just pluck it. But when you love a flower, you water it daily.
All my life I have tried to pluck a thistle and plant a flower wherever the flower would grow in thought and mind.
The only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth.
Sacrifice may be a flower that virtue will pluck on its road, but it was not to gather this flower that virtue set forth on its travels.
Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower-but if I could understand What you are, root and all, all in all, I should know what God and man is.
In the midst of sorrow, faith draws the sting out of every trouble, and takes out the bitterness from every affliction.
The goddess Artemis had a twin brother, Apollo, the many-faceted god of the Sun. He was her male counterpart: his domain was the city, hers the wilderness; his was the sun, hers the moon; his the domesticated flocks, hers the wild, untamed animals; he was the god of music, she was the inspiration for round dances on the mountains.
The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.
Sorrow for sin should be the keenest sorrow; joy in the Lord should be the loftiest joy.
Great sorrow makes sacred the sufferer.
Pluck not the wayside flower; It is the traveler's dower.
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