In man’s most dark extremity Oft succour dawns from Heaven.
And better had they ne’er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.
Welcome as the flowers in May.
On his bold visage middle age Had slightly press’d its signet sage, Yet had not quench’d the open truth And fiery vehemence of youth: Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare.
Some feelings are to mortals given With less of earth in them than heaven.
Steady of heart and stout of hand.
O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood; Land of the mountain and the flood!
Saint George and the Dragon!-Bonny Saint George for Merry England!-The castle is won!
Tell that to the marines – the sailors won’t believe it.
In listening mood she seemed to stand, The guardian Naiad of the strand.
I will but confess the sins of my green cloak to my grey friar’s frock, and all shall be well again.
The pith of conversation does not consist in exhibiting your own superior knowledge on matters of small consequence, but in enlarging, improving and correcting the information you possess by the authority of others.
Women are but the toys which amuse our lighter hours – ambition is the serious business of life.
The rose is fairest when ’t is budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears. The rose is sweetest wash’d with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalm’d in tears.
Art thou a friend to Roderick?
Profan’d the God-given strength, and marr’d the lofty line.
He turn’d his charger as he spake, Upon the river shore, He gave his bridle reins a shake, Said, “Adieu for evermore, my love, And adieu for evermore.”
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of Lochinvar.
For Love will still be lord of all.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like young Lochinvar.