Have not all past human beings parted, And must not all the present, one day part?
Be hypocritical, be cautious, be not what you seem but always what you see.
Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.
Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were; First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away--Is this the whole?
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
Nothing so difficult as a beginning In poesy, unless perhaps the end.
I am surrounded here by parsons and methodists, but as you will see, not infested with the mania.
So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.
Tis the perception of the beautiful, A fine extension of the faculties, Platonic, universal, wonderful, Drawn from the stars, and filtered through the skies, Without which life would be extremely dull
Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
Lovers may be and indeed generally are enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.
This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.
Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire, A million scarce would quench desire; Still would I steep my lips in bliss, And dwell an age on every kiss; Nor then my soul should sated be, Still would I kiss and cling to thee: Nought should my kiss from thine dissever, Still would we kiss and kiss for ever; E'en though the numbers did exceed The yellow harvest's countless seed; To part would be a vain endeavour: Could I desist? -ah! never-never.
Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain
I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me: and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum of human cities torture.
Are we aware of our obligations to a mob? It is the mob that labor in your fields and serve in your houses - that man your navy, and recruit your army - that have enabled you to defy the world, and can also defy you when neglect and calamity have driven them to despair. You may call the people a mob; but do not forget that a mob too often speaks the sentiments of the people.
I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains.
I've seen your stormy seas and stormy women, And pity lovers rather more than seamen.
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space.
I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
This place is the Devil, or at least his principal residence, they call it the University, but any other appellation would have suited it much better, for study is the last pursuit of the society; the Master eats, drinks, and sleeps, the Fellows drink, dispute and pun, the employments of the undergraduates you will probably conjecture without my description.
I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.
But stories somehow lengthen when begun.
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