He that will not give some portion of his ease, his blood, his wealth, for others' good, is a poor, frozen churl |
He was not all a father's heart could wish;/ But oh, he was my son! my only son. |
I have seen the day, when, if a man made himself ridiculous, the world would laugh at him. But now, everything that is mean, disgusting, and absurd, pleases them but so much the better! |
I wish I were with some of the wild people that run in the woods, and know nothing about accomplishments! |
O! who shall lightly say that fame/ is nothing but an empty name? |
Pampered vanity is a better thing perhaps than starved pride. |
Sweet sleep be with us, one and all!/ And if upon its stillness fall/ The visions of a busy brain,/ We'll have our pleasure o'er again,/ To warm the heart, to charm the sight,/ Gay dreams to all! good night, good night. |
The brave man is not he who feels no fear, For that were stupid and irrational; But he, whose noble soul its fear subdues, And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from |
The brave man is not he who feels no fear, For that were stupid and irrational; But he, whose noble soul its fear subdues, And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from |
The brave man is not he who feels no fear, For that were stupid and irrational; But he, whose noble soul its fear subdues, And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from |
This will be triumph! this will be happiness! yea, that very thing, happiness, which I have been pursuing all my life, and have never yet overtaken. |
What custom hath endeared We part with sadly, though we prize it not |