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It is with words as with sunbeams. The more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.
Robert Southey
No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.
Robert Southey
The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.
Robert Southey
A kitten is in the animal world what a rosebud is in the garden.
Robert Southey
Curses are like young chickens, they always come home to roost.
Robert Southey
My days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old; My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.
Robert Southey
A man falls in love just as he falls down stairs. It is an accident.
Robert Southey
Where Washington hath left His awful memory A light for after times!
Robert Southey
How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; No mist obscures; nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven: In full-orbed glory, yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths; Beneath her steady ray The desert circle spreads Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky. How beautiful is night!
Robert Southey
The laws are with us, and God on our side.
Robert Southey
From his brimstone bed, at break of day, A-walking the Devil is gone, To look at his little, snug farm of the World, And see how his stock went on.
Robert Southey
And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." "But what good came of it at last?" Quoth little Peterkin. "Why, that I cannot tell," said he, "But 'twas a famous victory.
Robert Southey
In my days of youth, I remembered my God, And he hath not forgotten my age.
Robert Southey
You are old, Father William." the young man cried, "The few locks which are left you are grey; You are hale, Father William-a hearty old man: Now tell me the reason, I pray.
Robert Southey
They sin who tell us love can die; With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. ..... Love is indestructible, Its holy flame forever burneth; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth. ..... It soweth here with toil and care, But the harvest-time of love is there.
Robert Southey
Thou hast been called, O sleep! the friend of woe; But 'tis the happy that have called thee so.
Robert Southey
How, then, was the Devil dressed? Oh! he was in his Sunday's best; His coat was red, and his breeches were blue, And there was a hole where his tail came through.
Robert Southey
It was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine.
Robert Southey
The arts babblative and scribblative.
Robert Southey
Yet leaving here a name, I trust, That will not perish in the dust.
Robert Southey
And then they knew the perilous Rock, And blest the Abbot of Aberbrothok.
Robert Southey
Write poetry for its own sake - not in a spirit of emulation, and not with a view to celebrity; the less you aim at that the more likely you will be to deserve and finally to obtain it.
Robert Southey
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