`The game is done! I've won, I've won!' / Quoth she, and whistles thrice. |
(In a lecture on Shakespeare, he said that punning) may be the lowest, but at all events is the most harmless kind of wit, because it never excites envy |
A damsel with a dulcimer / In a vision once I saw: / It was an Abyssinian maid, / And on her dulcimer she played, / Singing of Mount Abora. |
A man may devote himself to death and destruction to save a nation; but no nation will devote itself to death and destruction to save mankind. |
A man of maxims only, is like a cyclops with one eye, and that in the back of his head |
A man's as old as he's feeling. A woman as old as she looks. |
A man's desire is for the woman, but the woman's desire is rarely other than for the desire of the man |
A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive |
A noise like of a hidden brook. / In the leafy month of June, / That to the sleeping woods all night / Singeth a quiet tune. |
A poet ought not to pick nature's pocket. Let him borrow, and so borrow as to repay by the very act of borrowing. Examine nature accurately, but write from recollection, and trust more to the imagination than the memory. |
A religion, that is, a true religion, must consist of ideas and facts both; not of ideas alone without facts, for then it would be mere Philosophy; / nor of facts alone without ideas, of which those facts are symbols, or out of which they arise, or upon which they are grounded: for then it would be mere History. |
A sadder and wiser man, He rose the morrow morn |
A savage place! as holy and enchanted / As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted / By woman wailing for her demon lover! |
A sight to dream of, not to tell! |
A spring of love gushed from my heart, / And I blessed them unaware. |