Made poetry a mere mechanical art. |
Man disavows, and Deity disowns me: hell might afford my miseries a shelter; therefore hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all bolted against me. |
Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will |
Manner is all in all whatever is writ, the substitute for genius sense and wit |
May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore,/ The parting word shall pass my lips no more! |
Me howling blasts drive devious, tempest-tossed, / Sails ripped, seams opening wide, and compass lost. |
Me, therefore, studious of laborious ease, Not slothful, happy to deceive the time, Not waste it, and aware that human life Is but a loan to be repaid with use. |
Meditation here may think down hours to moments. Here the heart may give a useful lesson to the head and learning wiser grow without his books. |
Meditation here may think down hours to moments. Here the heart may give a useful lesson to the head and learning wiser grow without his books. |
Men deal with life as children with their play, Who first misuse, then cast their toys away. |
Mercy to him that shows it, is the rule. |
Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above, Deeper than the depths beneath, Free and faithful, strong as death. |
Misses the tale that I relate - This lesson seems to carry - Choose not alone a proper mate, But proper time to marry |
Mortals, whose pleasures are their only care,/ First wish to be imposed on, and then are. |
Mountains interposed / Make enemies of nations, who had else, / Like kindred drops, been mingled into one. |