We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives, Who thinks most, feels noblest, acts the best.
Envy’s a coal comes hissing hot from Hell.
Blessings star forth forever; but a curse is like a cloud, it passes.
Fulfill thy fate! Be-do-bear-and thank God.
Who can mistake great thoughts? They seize upon the mind; arrest and search, And shake it; bow the tall soul as by wind; Rush over it like a river reeds.
See the gold sunshine patching, And streaming and streaking across The gray-green oaks; and catching, By its soft brown beard, the moss.
The hero is the world-man, in whose heart One passion stands for all, the most indulged.
I cannot be content with less than heaven.
The worst men often give the best advice. Our deeds are sometimes better than our thoughts.
The dew, ‘Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.
The strongest passion which I have is honor.
Could I love less, I should be happier now.
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