Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come, nor care beyond to-day.
And weep the more, because I weep in vain.
Commerce changes the fate and genius of nations.
Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, the rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
He gave to misery (all he had) a tear.
I shall be but a shrimp of an author.
If the best man's faults were written on his forehead, he would draw his hat over his eyes.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
Sweet is the breath of vernal shower,The bee's collected treasures sweet,Sweet music's melting full, but sweeter yetThe still small voice of gratitude.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Thought would destroy their paradise.
'Tis folly to be wise.
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, he had not the method of making a fortune.
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight.
Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.
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