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.

Critics are already made.

That low vice, curiosity!

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.

To have joy, one must share it.

History - the devil's scripture

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.

Come what may, I have been blest.

Frienship is eros...without wings

I am ashes where once I was fire.

Fills The air around with beauty.

A pretty woman is a welcome guest.

Land of lost gods and godlike men.

Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.

Rough Johnson, the great moralist.

I see before me the gladiator lie.

Hatred is the madness of the heart.

Absence - that common cure of love.

Prolonged endurance tames the bold.

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!

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.

Friendship is Love without his wings!

Adversity is the first path to truth.

I deny nothing, but doubt everything.

Tyranny is for the worst of treasons.

Sweet is revenge-especially to women.

Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.

Then, fare thee well, deceitful Maid!

Who then will explain the explanation?

This is the age of oddities let loose.

In solitude, where we are least alone.

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