Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine, Yet let's be merry; we'll have tea and toast; Custards for supper, and an endless host Of syllabubs and jellies and mince-pies, And other such ladylike luxuries |
To be omnipotent but friendless is to reign. |
To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy power which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates |
To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy power which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates |
Tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in pain. |
Twin-sister of Religion, Selfishness |
War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, The lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade. |
We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought |
What 'twas weak to do 'Tis weaker to lament, once being done |
When my cats aren't happy, I'm not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they're just sitting there thinking up ways to get even. |
When my cats aren't happy, I'm not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they're just sitting there thinking up ways to get even. |
When my cats aren't happy, I'm not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they're just sitting there thinking up ways to get even. |
When my cats aren't happy, I'm not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they're just sitting there thinking up ways to get even. |
Who killed Johnny Keats? "I," said the Quarterly, "So savage and tartarly, 'Twas one of my feats |
Winter is come and gone, But grief returns with the revolving year. |