Robert Blair quotes

Of joys departed, Not to return, how painful the remembrance! (Robert Blair)
Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul! Sweetener of life! and solder of society!
Robert Blair
The Grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou 'rt named: Nature, appall'd, Shakes off her wonted firmness.
Robert Blair
The good he scorn'd Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost, Not to return; or if it did, in visits Like those of angels, short and far between.
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The common damn'd shun their society.
Robert Blair
Our time is fixed, and all our days are number'd; How long, how short, we know not this we know, Duty requires we calmly wait the summons, Nor dare to stir till Heaven shall give permission.
Robert Blair
But if there be an hereafter, And that there is, conscience, uninfluenc'd And suffer'd to speak out, tells every man, Then must it be an awful thing to die; More horrid yet to die by one's own hand.
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The cup goes round: And who so artful as to put it by! 'T is long since Death had the majority.
Robert Blair
How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt.
Robert Blair
Throughout the whole vegetable, sensible, and rational world, whatever makes progress towards maturity, as soon as it has passed that point, begins to verge towards decay.
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Its visits, like those of angels, short, and far between. (Robert Blair)
The Schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand, Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.
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Affectation is certain deformity; by forming themselves on fantastic models, the young begin with being ridiculous, and often end in being vicious.
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Action, so to speak, is the genius of nature.
Robert Blair
When it draws near to witching time of night.
Robert Blair