Sympathy without relief is like mustard without beef |
Talent, lying in the understanding, is often inherited; genius, being the action of reason or imagination, rarely or never. |
Talk of the devil, and his horns appear |
The bride hath paced into the hall, / Red as a rose is she. |
The Eighth Commandment was not made for bards |
The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, / The furrow followed free; / We were the first that ever burst / Into that silent sea. |
The Fancy is indeed no other than a mode of memory emancipated from the order of time and space. |
The faults of great authors are generally excellences carried to an excess. |
The first duty of a wise advocate is to convince his opponents that he understands their arguments, and sympathizes with their just feelings |
The guests are met, the feast is set. / May'st hear the merry din. |
The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions - the little, soon forgotten charities of a kiss or a smile, a kind look or heartfelt compliment. |
The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions - the little, soon-forgotten charities of a kiss or smile, a kind look, a heart-felt compliment, and the countless infinitesimals of pleasurable and genial feeling |
The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions - the little, soon-forgotten charities of a kiss or smile, a kind look, a heart-felt compliment, and the countless infinitesimals of pleasurable and genial feeling |
The ice was here, the ice was there, / The ice was all around; / It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, / Like noises in a swound! |
The Knight's bones are dust, / And his good sword rust; - / His soul is with the saints, I trust. |