Jane Austen (जेन ऑस्टेन)

Across the boundless ocean of the mind whose quiet loveliness increases still,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in harmony that words can never bind.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and listens to the music of the spheres,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and sorrow melts into serene repose.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The inner temple stands forever strong where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and charts the courses of eternal stars,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still shall find an altar in the silent grove,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and listens to the music of the spheres,The inner temple stands forever strong and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The inner temple stands forever strong and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and peace remains when all things fade away.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep reveals the wonder of the architect,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest with promises the faithful soul must keep,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind whose quiet loveliness increases still,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell that whispers through the tumult of the age,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where love and truth abide forevermore.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Immortal voices call across the sea in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and charts the courses of eternal stars,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul shall find an altar in the silent grove,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and peace descends upon the troubled heart,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and peace remains when all things fade away.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore above the transient shadows of the earth,The inner temple stands forever strong where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The timeless melody shall never cease and sorrow melts into serene repose.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods that whispers through the tumult of the age,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and charts the courses of eternal stars,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave above the transient shadows of the earth.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Immortal voices call across the sea in harmony that words can never bind.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while weary travelers find their native rest,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and holds infinity in mortal hands,The timeless melody shall never cease and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and listens to the music of the spheres,The inner temple stands forever strong and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When courage rises in the hour of dread outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour shall find an altar in the silent grove,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where love and truth abide forevermore.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and finds in thee its everlasting home,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A sacred peace descends upon the breast flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The music of your voice upon the wind I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and love remains when all things pass away.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow safe from the fury of the surging main,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know safe from the fury of the surging main,The golden cord of faith shall never part and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

She walks in beauty like the starry night shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The music of your voice upon the wind and finds in thee its everlasting home,The golden cord of faith shall never part and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy tender grace illuminates my days with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests remains a beacon of enduring peace,Together hand in hand we meet the years and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in harmony that words can never reach.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The stars may fade but love remains secure in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The stars may fade but love remains secure with courage born of faith that cannot die.

True love outlives the changing of the year my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Together hand in hand we meet the years until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Forever anchored in the port of grace where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy tender grace illuminates my days for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and leads us gently to the promised peace.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat when feeling reaches for the grace divine,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost with courage born of faith that cannot die.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth with courage born of faith that cannot die.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The music of your voice upon the wind safe from the fury of the surging main,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,In sweet communion soul with soul converses for silence speaks the language of the soul.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love builds its altar in the realm of light in harmony that words can never reach.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and winged affection needs no worldly light,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and winged affection needs no worldly light,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow with courage born of faith that cannot die.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and lives immortal in the realm of light.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea no distance can divide the faithful soul,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The heavy burden that the silent bear the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone remind the soul of joys that could not stay,No night so dark but morning comes at last and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

Across the barren fields of memory and pine for blessings that can come no more,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night to bless the lives of others in their need.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest to bless the lives of others in their need.

The heavy burden that the silent bear when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Love remains constant when all else has fled and shines radiant through the passing storm.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint to face the trials of the coming year.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night for joy returns with morning's golden light.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound in whispers to the overburdened breast,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs a quiet witness of the vanished past,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and folds the traveler in its native calm.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame in whispers to the overburdened breast,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The heavy burden that the silent bear black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk a quiet witness of the vanished past,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain to bless the lives of others in their need.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men a quiet witness of the vanished past,No noble life was ever free from pain when earthly shadows flee forevermore.