Time makes ancient good uncouth.
Freedom needs all her poets; it is they Who give her aspirations wings, And to the wiser law of music sway Her wild imaginings.
Life may be given in many ways, and loyalty to truth be sealed as bravely in the closet as the field.
Be NOBLE! and the nobleness that liesIn other men, sleeping, but never dead,Will rise in majesty to meet thine own.
It is only by instigation of the wrongs of men that what are called the Rights of Man become turbulent and dangerous.
Not as all other women are Is she that to my soul is dear; Her glorious fancies come from far, Beneath the silver evening star, And yet her heart is ever near.
The riches of scholarship, the benignities of literature, defy fortune and outlive calamity. They are beyond the reach of thief or moth or rust. As they cannot be inherited, so they cannot, be alienated.
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.
Good luck is the willing handmaid of upright, energetic character, and conscientious observance of duty.
Every person born into this world their work is born with them.
Poetry is something to make us wiser and better, by continually revealing those types of beauty and truth, which God has set in all men's souls.
The only faith that wears well and holds its color in all weathers is that which is woven of conviction and set with the sharp mordant of experience.
Where one person shapes their life by precept and example, there are a thousand who have shaped it by impulse and circumstances.
Who's not sat tense before his own heart's curtain.
It is the privilege of genius that life never grows common place, as it does for the rest of us.
The surest plan to make a man is, think him so.
What a sense of security in an old book which Time has criticized for us!
A sneer is the weapon of the weak.
The story of any one man's real experience finds its startling parallel in that of every one of us.
He who keeps his faith only, cannot be discrowned.
Good heavens, of what un costly material is our earthly happiness composed... if we only knew it. What incomes have we not had from a flower, and how unfailing are the dividends of the seasons.
May is a pious fraud of the almanac.
He mastered whatever was not worth the knowing.
All thoughtful men are solitary and original in themselves.
Two meanings have our lightest fantasies,- One of the flesh, and of the spirit one.
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