"With thee, sweet Hope! resides the heav'nly light, That pours remotest rapture on the sight: Thine is the charm of life's bewilder'd way, That calls each slumb'ring passion into play: Wak'd by thy touch, I see the sister band, On tiptoe watching, start at thy command, And fly where'er thy mandate bids them steer, To Pleasure's path, or Glory's bright career."
"A chieftain to the Highlands bound cries, `Boatman, do not tarry! And I'll give thee a silver pound to row us o'er the ferry.'"
"A soul that pity touched but never shook; trained, from his cradle, the fierce extremes of good and ill to brook; impassive, fearing but the shame of fear, a stoic of the woods, a man without a fear."
"All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, the sun himself must die, before this mortal shall assume its immortality."
"Again to the battle, Achaians! Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance! Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree-- It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free."
"An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin"
"And mark the wretch, whose wanderings never knew the world's regard, that soothes, though half untrue; whose erring heart the lash of sorrow bore, but found not pity when it err'd no more. Yon friendless man, at whose dejected eye th' unfeeling proud one looks, and passes condemn'd on penury's barren path to roam, scorn'd by the world, and left without a home."
"And say without our hopes, without our fears, without the home that plighted love endears, without the smile from partial beauty won, Oh! what were man?--a world without a sun."
"Another's sword has laid him low, another's and another's; and every hand that dealt the blow, ah me! it was his brother's!"
"Britannia needs no bulwarks no towers along the steep; her march is o'er the mountain wave, her home is on the deep."
"But can the noble mind for ever brood, the willing victim of a weary mood, o heartless cares that squander life away, and cloud young Genius bright'ning into day?"
"Brougham delivered a very warm panegyric upon the ex-Chancellor, and expressed a hope that he would make a good end, although to an expiring Chancellor death was now armed with a new terror."
"Cold in the dust this perished heart may lie, but that which warmed it once shall never die."
"Drink to her that each loves best, and if you nurse a flame that's told but to her mutual breast, we will not ask her name."
"Faithful to its sacred page, heaven still rebuilds thy span, nor lets the type grow pale with age, that first spoke peace to man."
"He, with delirious laugh, the dagger hurl'd, and burst the ties that bound him to the world!"
"Every day, he would drive into the city at noon and sell all day... He returned to West Warwick most nights around 8. It was a job for him."
"Heaven gives our years of fading strength indemnifying fleetness; and those of Youth a seeming length,proportioned to their sweetness."
"Hope for a season bade the world farewell, And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell! . . . . O'er Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow."
"I alone am left on earth! To whom nor relative nor blood remains, No! not a kindred drop that runs in human veins."
"I'll bid the hyacinth to blow, I'll teach my grotto green to be; and sing my true love, all below the holly bower and myrtle tree."
"I am convinced that there is no man that knows life well, and remembers all the incidents of his past experience who would accept it again; we are certainly here to punish precedent sins."
"I think of those weavers working through the damp Christmas months to get the tapestry done in six months per the contract in Florence, and clinging to every minute of daylight. Probably they had the artist breathing down their neck."
"In England three are sixty different religions, and only one sauce. [It., Il y en Angleterre soizante sectes religieuses differentes, et une seule sauce.]"