The Christian has greatly the advantage of the unbeliever, having everything to gain and nothing to lose |
The Cincinnatus of the West, / Whom envy dared not hate, / Bequeathed the name of Washington, / To make man blush there was but one! |
The devil was the first democrat |
The dew of compassion is a tear. |
The dew of compassion is a tear. |
The dew of compassion is a tear. |
The drying up a single tear has more - Of honest fame than shedding seas of gore |
The English winter - ending in July, / To recommence in August. |
The fact is that my wife if she had common sense would have more power over me than any other whatsoever, for my heart always alights upon the nearest perch. |
The fatal facility of the octosyllabic verse. |
The fire of glory is the torch of the mind |
The glory and the nothing of a name |
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain. |
The heart will break, but broken live on. |
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! / Where burning Sappho loved and sung, / Where grew the arts of war and peace, / Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! / Eternal summer gilds them yet, / But all, except their sun, is set. |