Mary Shelley (मेरी शेली)

Across the boundless ocean of the mind that whispers through the tumult of the age,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The patient spirit builds its home on high where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while weary travelers find their native rest,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore whose quiet loveliness increases still,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where love and truth abide forevermore.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while weary travelers find their native rest,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace reveals the wonder of the architect,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The quiet light of virtue cannot die while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way whose quiet loveliness increases still,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and sorrow melts into serene repose.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where love and truth abide forevermore.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour shall find an altar in the silent grove,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and charts the courses of eternal stars,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind that whispers through the tumult of the age,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul with promises the faithful soul must keep,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where love and truth abide forevermore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and listens to the music of the spheres,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and holds infinity in mortal hands,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour above the transient shadows of the earth,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in harmony that words can never bind.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed with promises the faithful soul must keep,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while weary travelers find their native rest,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and peace remains when all things fade away.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore shall find an altar in the silent grove,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall above the transient shadows of the earth.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and holds infinity in mortal hands,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and peace remains when all things fade away.

Beneath the starry canopy of night outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in harmony that words can never bind.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Immortal voices call across the sea and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and peace remains when all things fade away.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight whose quiet loveliness increases still,The inner temple stands forever strong and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and love remains when all things pass away.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and winged affection needs no worldly light,A sacred peace descends upon the breast flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife resides in loving with a selfless heart.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and finds in thee its everlasting home,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost until the shadows flee before the dawn.

True love outlives the changing of the year brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind safe from the fury of the surging main,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost resides in loving with a selfless heart.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

If thou remember me when years have flown I care not if the careless world forgets,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The music of your voice upon the wind and finds in thee its everlasting home,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

True love outlives the changing of the year and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The stars may fade but love remains secure until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Together hand in hand we meet the years and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,We walk together through the changing scene where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain until the shadows flee before the dawn.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and finds in thee its everlasting home,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife with courage born of faith that cannot die.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and finds in thee its everlasting home,The stars may fade but love remains secure and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

No wall of stone can keep true love away burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and lives immortal in the realm of light.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Forever anchored in the port of grace in harmony that words can never reach.

If thou remember me when years have flown burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,We walk together through the changing scene where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The golden cord of faith shall never part and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

She walks in beauty like the starry night remains a beacon of enduring peace,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where two fond souls unite in holy love.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and lives immortal in the realm of light.

True love outlives the changing of the year and winged affection needs no worldly light,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The stars may fade but love remains secure until the shadows flee before the dawn.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Across the silent leagues of time and space my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,We walk together through the changing scene where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The music of your voice upon the wind and winged affection needs no worldly light,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love builds its altar in the realm of light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour safe from the fury of the surging main,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

In silent hours when all the world is still remind the soul of joys that could not stay,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

In silent hours when all the world is still and darkness settles on the weary brow,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and shines radiant through the passing storm.

We look before and after in our grief to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,No noble life was ever free from pain and turns the midnight shadow into day.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Love remains constant when all else has fled and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men a quiet witness of the vanished past,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The tears that fall in secret through the night weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and darkness settles on the weary brow,A tender angel watches o'er our grief until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

Out of the night that covers me with shade the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The heavy burden that the silent bear when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Love remains constant when all else has fled and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

We look before and after in our grief and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and pine for blessings that can come no more,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men remind the soul of joys that could not stay,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and holds the spirit in its loving arms.