Tag: Sir Lewis Morris

Sound, jocund strains; on pipe and viol sound,

Young voices sing;

Wreathe every door with snow-white garlands round,

For lo! ’tis Spring!

Winter has passed with its sad funeral train,

And hope revives again.

Sir Lewis Morris

The wind that sighs before the dawn

Chases the gloom of night,

The curtains of the East are drawn,

And suddenly—’tis light.

Sir Lewis Morris

How far high failure overleaps the bounds of low success.

Sir Lewis Morris