A light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove.
A lawyer art thou? Draw not nigh! Go, carry to some fitter place The keenness of that practised eye, The hardness of that sallow face.
Free as a bird to settle where I will.
In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn’t know what he is doing.
The wealthiest man among us is the best.
Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!
We murder to dissect.
Poetry has never brought me in enough money to buy shoestrings.
The child shall become father to the man.
The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs.
Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.
Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.
What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.
For oft, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood they flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude.
Love betters what is best.
And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.
Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind – But how could I forget thee?
Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee.
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.