Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that ...

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing ...

There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had ears; The earth is but the music of the spheres.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in ...

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

Who loves, raves.

The poetry of speech.

Let joy be unconfined.

That low vice, curiosity!

Critics are already made.

I learned to love despair.

Happiness was born a twin.

My native land, good night!

Fame is the thirst of youth.

Life is too short for chess.

Think not I am what I appear.

We of the craft are all crazy.

History - the devil's scripture

To have joy, one must share it.

The dew of compassion is a tear.

The devil was the first democrat

Eternity forbids thee to forget.

Self praise is no praise at all.

The busy have no time for tears.

I am ashes where once I was fire.

Come what may, I have been blest.

Fills The air around with beauty.

Frienship is eros...without wings

A pretty woman is a welcome guest.

Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.

Rough Johnson, the great moralist.

Land of lost gods and godlike men.

I see before me the gladiator lie.

Hatred is the madness of the heart.

Absence - that common cure of love.

Yes! Ready money is Aladdin's lamp.

Old man! 'Tis not difficult to die.

Poetry should only occupy the idle.

Fill high the cup with Samian wine!

Prolonged endurance tames the bold.

Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight.

I am not now That which I have been.

But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell.

I loved my country, and I hated him.

Tyranny is for the worst of treasons.

Friendship is Love without his wings!

Then, fare thee well, deceitful Maid!

Sweet is revenge-especially to women.

In solitude, when we are least alone.

Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.

Adversity is the first path to truth.

I deny nothing, but doubt everything.

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