| Quotes |
Topic |
| Age | Old age come on apace to ravage all the clime. |
| Character | Zealous, yet modest; innocent, though free; Patient of toil; serene amidst alarms; Inflexible in faith; invincible in arms. |
| Clouds | Rocks, torrents, gulfs, and shapes of giant size And glitt'ring cliff on cliffs, and fiery ramparts rise. |
| Content | From labour health, from health contentment spring; Contentment opes the source of every joy. |
| Drinking | Or merry swains, who quaff the nut-brown ale, And sing enamour'd of the nut-brown maid. |
| Evening | At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove. |
| Fame | Ah! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar! |
| Fate | Let those deplore their doom, Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn: But lofty souls, who look beyond the tomb, Can smile at Fate, and wonder how they mourn. |
| Feeling | He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man. |
| Geese | I dare not hope to please a Cinna's ear. Or sing what Varus might vouchsafe to hear; Harsh are the sweetest lays that I can bring, So screams a goose where swans melodious sing. |
| Grave | Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down; Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrown, Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave; And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave. |
| Ignorance | Be ignorance thy choice, where knowledge leads to woe. |
| Immortality | On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses are blending, And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb. |
| Lapwings | Changed to a lapwing by th' avenging god, He made the barren waste his lone abode, And oft on soaring pinions hover'd o'er The lofty palace then his own no more. |
| Lying | And none speaks false, when there in none to hear. |
| Matrimony | No jealousy their dawn of love o'ercast, Nor blasted were their wedded days with strife; Each season looked delightful as it past, To the fond husband and the faithful wife. |
| Nature | At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove. |
| Prayer | And from the prayer of Want, and plaint of Woe, O never, never turn away their ear! Forlorn, in this bleak wilderness below, Ah! what were man, should Heaven refuse to hear! |
| Rainbows | And, lo! in the dark east, expanded high, The rainbow brightens to the setting Sun. |
| Science | 'Twas thus by the glare of false science betray'd, That leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind. |
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