Poor little Foal of an oppressed race! I love the languid patience of thy face. |
Real pain can alone cure us of imaginary ills. We feel a thousand miseries till we are lucky enough to feel misery. |
Reviewers are usually people who would have been, poets, historians, biographer, if they could. They have tried their talents at one thing or another and have failed; therefore they turn critic. |
Rights! There are no rights whatever without corresponding duties. Look at the history of the growth of our constitution, and you will see that our ancestors never upon any occasion stated, as a ground for claiming any of their privileges, an abstract right inherent in themselves; you will nowhere in our parliamentary records find the miserable sophism of the Rights of Man. |
Saints will aid if men will call: / For the blue sky bends over all! |
Schiller has the material sublime. |
Shakespeare knew the human mind, and its most minute and intimate workings, and he never introduces a word, or a thought, in vain or out of place; if we do not understand him, it is our own fault |
Signals, Drums, Guns, Bells, & the sound of Voices weighing up & clearing Anchors ... Monday April 9th, 1804, really set sail ... No health or Happiness without Work. |
So for the mother's sake the child was dear,/ And dearer was the mother for the child. |
So lonely 'twas that God himself Scarce seemed there to be |
Some men are like musical glasses; to produce their finest tones you must keep them wet. |
Summer has set in with its usual severity. |
Swans sing before they die; 'tweren't a bad thing - Should certain persons die before they sing |
Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole. |
Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole. |