Ellen Clementine Howarth quotes

'T is but a little faded flower, But oh, how fondly dear! 'T will bring me back one golden hour, Through many a weary year. (Ellen Clementine Howarth)
Who hath not saved some trifling thing More prized than jewels rare, A faded flower, a broken ring, A tress of golden hair. View quote
Ellen Clementine Howarth
Where is the heart that doth not keep, Within its inmost core, Some fond remembrance hidden deep, Of days that are no more? View quote
Ellen Clementine Howarth