Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural and full of contradictions; Yet others of our most romantic schemes, Are something more than fictions.
And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid.
It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy.
Fuss is the froth of business.
A moment's thinking is an hour in words.
Oh! God! That bread should be so dear, and flesh and blood so cheap!
But evil is wrought by want of thought, As well as want of heart!
My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread.
Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled.
The cowslip is a country wench.
The year's in wane; There is nothing adorning; The night has no eve, And the day has no morning; Cold winter gives warning!
O men with sisters dear, O men with mothers and wives, It is not linen you 're wearing out, But human creatures' lives!
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;- Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn.
I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs, where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburmum on his birthday,- The tree is living yet.
A man that's fond precociously of stirring , :;:; Must be a spoon.
Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!
There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be,- In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea, Or in the wide desert where no life is found.
My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon.
There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon.
The biggest bore of all is he who is overflowing with congratulations
When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die?
Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.
Ben Battle was a soldier bold, and used to war's alarms, But a cannon-ball took off his legs, so he laid down his arms.
Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray.
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