18th-century Poet Quotes
You'd scarce expect one of my age
To speak in public on the stage;
And if I chance to fall below
Demosthenes or Cicero,
Don't view me with a critic's eye,
But pass my imperfections by.
Large streams from little fountains flow,
Tall oaks from little acorns grow.
High in his chariot glow'd the lamp of day.
The north! the north! from out the north What founts of light are breaking forth, And streaming up these evening skies, A glorious wonder to our eyes!
Hannah Flagg Gould
Or to some coffee-house I stray
For news, the manna of a day.
Far as distress the soul can wound
'Tis pain in each degree;
Bliss goes but to a certain bound,
Beyond is agony.
What is man's love? His vows are broke even while his parting kiss is warm.
And have they fixed the where and when?
And shall Trelawney die?
Here's twenty thousand Cornish men
Shall know the reason why!
What is the life of a man more than the life of a lamb, or any guiltless animal?
Hard to grasp, the god.
Yet where danger lies,
Grows that which saves.
And o'er them the lighthouse looked lovely as hope,—
That star of life's tremulous ocean.
Paul Moon James
"Mortality", in Songs of Israel (1824). Abraham Lincoln was fond of repeating these lines.
Despotism sits nowhere so secure as under the effigy and ensigns of freedom.
Walter Savage Landor
The more uniform a man's voice, step, manner of conversation, handwriting--the more quiet, uniform, settled, his actions, his character.
Johann Kaspar Lavater
Oft has it been my lot to mark
A proud, conceited, talking spark.
What will the stream become in its lengthened course, if it be so turbid at its source?
Ah! fraudful malice! how shall wisdom's care Escape the poison of thy gilded snare!
William Julius Mickle
Pity the sorrows of a poor old man,
Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door,
Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span;
Oh give relief, and Heaven will bless your store.
Wise men and fools alike, in varying style,
Rush into print, and still, midst books galore,
The world grows ever older and more vile.
Over the mountains,
And over the waves,
Over the fountains,
And under the graves;
Over the floods that are deepest,
Which do Neptune obey;
Over the rocks that are steepest,
Love will find out the way.
A weapon that comes down as still
As snowflakes fall upon the sod;
But executes a freeman's will,
As lightning does the will of God;
And from its force nor doors nor locks
Can shield you,—'t is the ballot-box.
Enter upon thy paths, O year!
Thy paths, which all who breathe must tread,
Which lead the Living to the Dead,
I enter; for it is my doom
To tread thy labyrinthine gloom;
To note who round me watch and wait;
To love a few; perhaps to hate;
And do all duties of my fate.
I came to the place of my birth and cried: "The friends of my youth, where are they?"--and an echo answered, "Where are they?
In this dream world
And talk of dreams —
Dream, dream on,
As much as you wish
Such, Polly, are your sex - part truth, part fiction; - Some thought, much whim and all a contradiction.
No pent-up Utica contracts your powers,
But the whole boundless continent is yours.
Jonathan M. Sewall
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