O Fame! if I e'er took delight in thy praises, 'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover The thought that I was not unworthy to love her. |
O gold! I still prefer thee unto paper which makes bank credit like a bank of vapor |
O Man! Thou feeble tenant of an hour, Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power; Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust, Degraded mass of animated dust! Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy word deceit! By n |
Of all the barbarous middle ages, that which is most barbarous is the middle age of man! it is - I really scarce know what; but when we hover between fool and sage, and don't know justly what we would be at - a period something like a printed page, b |
Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe, Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast, Is that portentous phrase, 'I told you so |
Of its own beauty is the mind diseased, / And fevers into false creation. |
Oh Time! the beautifier of the dead, adorer of the ruin, comforter and only healer when the heart hath bled... Time, the avenger! |
Oh, nature's noblest gift, my grey goose quill, Slave of my thoughts, obedient to my will, Torn from the parent bird to form a pen, That mighty instrument of little men |
Oh! `darkly, deeply, beautifully blue', / As someone somewhere sings about the sky. |
Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom, / On thee shall press no ponderous tomb. |
Oh! that the Desert were my dwelling-place,/ With one fair Spirit for my minister, / That I might all forget the human race, / And, hating no one, love but only her! |
Oh! there is an organ playing in the street - a waltz too! I must leave off to listen. |
Oh! too convincing -- dangerously dear -- In woman's eye the unanswerable tear! |
On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined |
On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined |