A Quote by Maggie Stiefvater

Fro and to in my dreams to you To the haunting tune of the harp For the price I paid when you died that day I paid that day with my heart Fro and to in my dreams to you With the breaking of my heart Ne'er more again will I sing this song Ne'er more will I hear the harp.

Maggie Stiefvater

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Maggie Stiefvater
American - Author
Born: November 18, 1981

Such night in England ne'er had been, nor ne'er again shall be.

Thomas Babington Macaulay

Alas! the praise given to the ear Ne'er was nor ne'er can be sincere.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

I ne'er could any lustre see In eyes that would not look on me; I ne'er saw nectar on a lip But where my own did hope to sip.

Richard Brinsley Sheridan

Consider that this day ne'er dawns again.

Dante Alighieri

Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Wouldst thou wisely, and with pleasure, Pass the days of life's short measure, From the slow one counsel take, But a tool of him ne'er make; Ne'er as friend the swift one know, Nor the constant one as foe.

Friedrich Schiller

Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.

Edward Young

And let us mind, faint heart ne'er wan A lady fair. Wha does the utmost that he can Will whyles do mair.

Robert Burns

Tis strange the miser should his cares employTo gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy;Is it less strange the prodigal should wasteHis wealth to purchase what he ne'er can taste?

Alexander Pope

Faint heart ne'er won fair lady.

Miguel de Cervantes

Had I a heart for falsehood framed, I ne'er could injure you.

Richard Brinsley Sheridan

And let us mind, faint heart ne'er wan A lady fair.

James Drummond Burns

Ah, fool! faint heart fair lady ne'er could win.

Edmund Spenser

Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!