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Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, "that my heart has bled."
Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himselfThat hideous sight,-a naked human heart.
The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.
Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.
Day buries day; month, month; and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths.
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile - The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry
Death! great proprietor of all! 'tis thine To tread out empire, and to quench the stars.
He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one; All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.
Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform and mortal men lay hold on heaven.
When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees
Where, where for shelter shall the guilty fly, When consternation turns the good man pale?
To know the world, not love her, is thy point; She gives but little, nor that little, long.
In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom... And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing.
The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.
'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
Old men love novelties; the last arriv'd Still pleases best; the youngest steals their smiles.
The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.
Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.
The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.
Men should press forward, in fame's glorious chase; Nobles look backward, and so lose the race.
The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done
Praise, more divine than prayer; prayer points our ready path to heaven; praise is already there.
The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done.
Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay!
Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view, Brave men would act though scandal would ensue.
Life's cares are comforts; such by Heav'n design'd; He that hath none must make them, or be wretched.
The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety.
Who gives an empire, by the gift defeats All end of giving; and procures contempt Instead of gratitude.
In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things.
We push time from us, and we wish him back; * * * * * * Life we think long and short; death seek and shun.
It calls Devotion! genuine growth of night! Devotion! Daughter of Astronomy! An undevout astronomer is mad!
There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.
Each moment has its sickle, emulous Of Time's enormous scythe, whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root.
What is a miracle?--'Tis a reproach, 'Tis an implicit satire on mankind; And while it satisfies, it censures too.
Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small stands the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles life.
O! lost to virtue, lost to manly thought, Lost to the noble sallies of the soul! Who think it solitude to be alone.
Let no man trust the first false step of guilt; it hangs upon a precipice, whose steep descent in last perdition ends.
How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!
The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze.
Fame is the shade of immortality, And in itself a shadow. Soon as caught, Contemn'd; it shrinks to nothing in the grasp.
Be wise today; 'tis madness to defer. Next day the fatal precedent will plead; thus on, til wisdom is pushed our of life.
If we did but know how little some enjoy of the great things that they possess, there would not be much envy in the world.
What is revenge but courage to call in our honor's debts, and wisdom to convert others' self-love into our own protection?
Man wants but little, nor that little long; How soon must he resign his very dust, Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!
We wish our names eternally to live; Wild dream! which ne'er had haunted human thought, Had not our natures been eternal too.
Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed: Who does the best his circumstance allows Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.
Affliction is the good man's shining scene; prosperity conceals his brightest ray; as night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature; around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!
Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.