And all the charms of face or voice Which I in others see, Are but the recollected choice Of what I feel for thee

O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away

Electro World now has a strengthening foothold in markets with a combined population of more than 65 million,

Invitation to EternitySay, wilt thou go with me, sweet maid,Say, maiden, wilt thou go with meThrough the valley-depths of shade, Of bright and dark obscurity; Where the path has lost its way, Where the sun...

Still, I have been no one’s enemy but my own. My easy nature, either in drinking or anything else, was always ready to submit to persuasions of profligate companions, who often led me into snares...

SolitudeThere is a charm in Solitude that cheersA feeling that the world knows nothing ofA green delight the wounded mind endearsAfter the hustling world is broken offWhose whole delight was crime at good to scoffGreen...

I long for scenes where man has never trod;/ . . . There to abide with my Creator, God.

O I never thought that joys would run away from boys,Or that boys would change their minds and forsake such summer joys;But alack I never dreamed that the world had other toys

I long for scenes where man has never trod A place where woman never smiled or wept There to abide with my Creator God And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept, Untroubling and untroubled...

Language has not the power to speak what love inditesThe soul lies buried in the Ink that writes

He could not die when trees were green, for he loved the time too well.

In mid-wood silence, thus, how sweet to be;Where all the noises, that on peace intrude,Come from the chittering cricket, bird, and bee,Whose songs have charms to sweeten solitude.

We’ve not seen any glimmer of light. We haven’t seen any of our core markets showing any signs of improvement yet.

I long for scenes where man hath never trod A place where woman never smiled or wept There to abide with my Creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept, Untroubling and untroubled...

He could not die when trees were green, / For he loved the time too well.

O lead me onward to the loneliest shade, The darkest place that quiet ever made, Where kingcups grow most beauteous to behold And shut up green and open into gold.

We’re all in this together for some period of time,

I sleep with thee, and wake with thee,And yet thou are not there;I fill my arms with thoughts of thee,And press the common air.

O take me from the busy crowd,I cannot bear the noise!For Nature’s voice is never loud;I seek for quiet joys.The book I love is everywhere,And not in idle words;The book I love is known to...

Love lies beyond / The tomb, the earth, which fades like dew! / I love the fond, / The faithful, and the true.

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems; Even the dearest that...

I find more pleasure in wandering the fields than in musing among my silent neighbours who are insensible to everything but toiling and talking of it and that to no purpose.

The present is the funeral of the past,/ And man the living sepulchre of life.

I hid my love when young till ICouldn’t bear the buzzing of a fly;I hid my life to my despiteTill I could not bear to look at light:I dare not gaze upon her faceBut left...

Yet simple souls, their faith it knows no stint:Things least to be believed are most preferred.All counterfeits, as from truth’s sacred mint,Are readily believed if once put down in print

If life had a second edition, how I would correct the proofs

Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rudeAnd fled to the silence of sweet solitude.

I hate the very noise of troublous man Who did and does me all the harm he can. Free from the world I would a prisoner be And my own shadow all my company

In crime and enmity they lie Who sin and tell us love can die, Who say to us in slander’s breath That love belongs to sin and death.

We are pleased with the progress of our international operations, whilst we remain cautious about prospects in the UK, where we have experienced the slowdown in consumer expenditure,

I Am!I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in...

There is a charm in Solitude that cheersA feeling that the world knows nothing ofA green delight the wounded mind endearsAfter the hustling world is broken off

I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s...

The best way to avoid a bad action is by doing a good one, for there is no difficulty in the world like that of trying to do nothing

First LoveI ne’er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet, Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale as deadly...

A free ISP does not create a business you can float, … It is really e-commerce that can drive a business. We have to turn these customers into revenue.

I found the poems in the fields,And only wrote them down.

But we thought long and hard about this.

Hill tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun, And the rivers we’re eying burn to gold as they run; Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air; Whoever looks round sees...