I awoke one day to find myself famous.
What an antithetical mind! - tenderness, roughness - delicacy, coarseness - sentiment, sensuality - soaring and groveling, dirt and deity - all mixed up in that one compound of inspired clay!
Italia! O Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty.
Tis an old lesson; time approves it true, And those who know it best, deplore it most; When all is won that all desire to woo, The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost.
So do the dark in soul expire, Or live like scorpion girt by fire; So writhes the mind remorse hath riven, Unfit for earth, undoom'd for heaven, Darkness above, despair beneath, Around it flame, within it death.
The drying up a single tear has more, of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.
A quiet conscience makes one so serene.
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
The law of heaven and earth is life for life.
Absence - that common cure of love.
They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness.
To be perfectly original one should think much and read little, and this is impossible, for one must have read before one has learnt to think.
It is true from early habit, one must make love mechanically as one swims; I was once very fond of both, but now as I never swim unless I tumble into the water, I don't make love till almost obliged.
Liberty - eternal spirit of the chainless mind
We are all the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years.
All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
I am always most religious upon a sunshiny day.
Let no man grumble when his friends fall off, As they will do like leaves at the first breeze; When your affairs come round, one way or t'other, Go to the coffee house, and take another.
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand; I saw from out the wave of her structure's rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand: A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble pines, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles.
If from society we learn to live, solitude should teach us how to die.
From the mingled strength of shade and light A new creation rises to my sight, Such heav'nly figures from his pencil flow, So warm with light his blended colors glow. . . . . The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring.
Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.
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