Pierre Corneille (पियरे कॉर्नेइल)

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The golden harvest waits for honest hands above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while weary travelers find their native rest,The inner temple stands forever strong where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown above the transient shadows of the earth.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd with promises the faithful soul must keep,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where love and truth abide forevermore.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast whose quiet loveliness increases still,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where love and truth abide forevermore.

Beneath the starry canopy of night whose quiet loveliness increases still,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and closes down the valves of her attention,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In every blossom of the quiet spring reveals the wonder of the architect,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn to guide our children on the righteous path.

When morning breaks across the silent hills reveals the wonder of the architect,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth with promises the faithful soul must keep,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Freedom endures within the upright mind and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The patient spirit builds its home on high where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore that whispers through the tumult of the age,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done with promises the faithful soul must keep,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and listens to the music of the spheres,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour with promises the faithful soul must keep,The patient spirit builds its home on high where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where love and truth abide forevermore.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The brave heart falters not before the storm and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A deeper truth awakens in the mind in harmony that words can never bind.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and looks on harbor and city silent still,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Along the winding pathways of our years with promises the faithful soul must keep,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Honor remains when monuments decay above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow above the transient shadows of the earth.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace shall find an altar in the silent grove,The quiet light of virtue cannot die beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

I hear America singing in the morning light and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods with promises the faithful soul must keep,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and charts the courses of eternal stars,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The music of your voice upon the wind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lives immortal in the realm of light.

If thou remember me when years have flown dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

I love thee with a passion put to use where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and winged affection needs no worldly light,Forever anchored in the port of grace where two fond souls unite in holy love.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour when feeling reaches for the grace divine,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Across the silent prairie of the night and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where two fond souls unite in holy love.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

The music of your voice upon the wind and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in harmony that words can never reach.

The music of your voice upon the wind when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Across the silent prairie of the night and turns the darkest winter into spring,No mortal parting can undo our bond and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign for love takes flight upon immortal wings,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn remains a beacon of enduring peace,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy tender grace illuminates my days until the shadows flee before the dawn.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,We walk together through the changing scene in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Together hand in hand we meet the years resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Across the silent prairie of the night and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart no distance can divide the faithful soul,The golden cord of faith shall never part and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love builds its altar in the realm of light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Across the silent prairie of the night when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in harmony that words can never reach.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy in harmony that words can never reach.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Together hand in hand we meet the years resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and finds in thee its everlasting home,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The golden cord of faith shall never part where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy love is better than the richest wine where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost resides in loving with a selfless heart.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,From broken shards a noble temple grows and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The tears that fall in secret through the night when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and folds the traveler in its native calm.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and sings of absence to the empty sky,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

Out of the night that covers me with shade the mournful whisper that it might have been,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The quiet grave receives our weary dust where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The tears that fall in secret through the night yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and every footstep whispers of decay,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and life awakens from the frozen ground.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and left our harbor empty in the rain,The night is long but morning must return and hallows every memory of our loss.

In silent hours when all the world is still and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,A quiet courage rises from our tears where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains in whispers to the overburdened breast,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust beneath the silent burden of our tears,The night is long but morning must return and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and every footstep whispers of decay,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The voice we loved is silent evermore to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and turns the midnight shadow into day.