I’ll dream no more – by mainly mind Not even in sleep is well resigned. My midnight orisons said o’er, I’ll turn to rest and dream no more.
As hope and fear alternate chase Our course through life’s uncertain race.
The most learned, acute, and diligent student cannot, in the longest life, obtain an entire knowledge of this one volume.
Here is neither want of appetite nor mouths, Pray heaven we be not scant of meat or mirth.
Come forth, old man, – thy daughter’s side Is now the fitting place for thee: When time has quell’d the oak’s bold pride, The youthful tendril yet may hide, The ruins of the parent tree.
True love’s the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven: It is not fantasy’s hot fire, Whose wishes soon as granted fly; It liveth not in fierce desire.
I like a highland friend who will stand by me not only when I am in the right, but when I am a little in the wrong.
The chain of friendship, however bright, does not stand the attrition of constant close contact.
It is only when I dally with what I am about, look back and aside, instead of keeping my eyes straight forward, that I feel these cold sinkings of the heart.
The paths of virtue, though seldom those of worldly greatness, are always those of pleasantness and peace.
For deadly fear can time outgo, and blanch at once the hair.
What an ornament and safeguard is humor! Far better than wit for a poet and writer. It is a genius itself, and so defends from the insanities.
It is a great disgrace to religion, to imagine that it is an enemy to mirth and cheerfulness, and a severe exacter of pensive looks and solemn faces.
He that follows the advice of reason has a mind that is elevated above the reach of injury; that sits above the clouds, in a calm and quiet ether, and with a brave indifferency hears the rolling thunders grumble and burst under his feet.
Love, to her ear, was but a name, Combin’d with vanity and shame; Her hopes, her fears, her joys, were all Bounded within the cloister wall.
Those who are too idle to read, save for the purpose of amusement, may in these works acquire some acquaintance with history, which, however inaccurate, is better than none.
Mystery has great charms for womanhood.
Though varying wishes, hopes, and fears, Fever’d the progress of these years, Yet now, days, weeks, and months but seem The recollection of a dream.
Give me an honest laugher.
Oh, on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes front clay, Be Thou, O Christ, the sinner’s stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away.