All round the room my silent servants wait, My friends in every season, bright and dim.
Barry Cornwall

Death is the tyrant of the imagination.
Barry Cornwall

Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.
Barry Cornwall

Half the ills we heard within our hearts are ills because we hoard them.
Barry Cornwall

I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more.
Barry Cornwall

O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!
Barry Cornwall

Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.
Barry Cornwall

Pity speaks to grief More sweetly than a band of instruments.
Barry Cornwall

So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be!
Barry Cornwall

The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.
Barry Cornwall

There's not a wind but whispers of thy name; And not a flow'r that grows beneath the moon, But in its hues and fragrance tells a tale Of thee, my love.
Barry Cornwall

Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream, Gently, - as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream!
Barry Cornwall