53 Quotes by James Montgomery

The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.

Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?

Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.

Hope against hope, and ask till ye receive.

Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.

Joys too exquisite to last, And yet more exquisite when past.

Tis human actions paint the chart of time.

Friend after friend departs; who hath not lost a friend?There is no union here of hearts that hath not here its end.

Friend after friend departs; who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts that hath not here its end.