| Quotes |
Topic |
| Adventure | Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions date descry. |
| Adversity | Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright, afflict the best! |
| Advice | A favorite has no friend! |
| Agriculture | Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield: Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team a-field! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! |
| Appearance | Not all that tempts your wandering eyes And heedless hearts is lawful prize, Not all that glisters gold. |
| Architecture | Rich windows that exclude the light, And passages that lead to nothing. |
| Birds | To warm their little loves the birds complain. |
| Bribery | Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, He had not the method of making a fortune. |
| Brooks | From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take. |
| Cats | What female heart can gold despise? What cat's averse to fish? |
| Charity | No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode , The bosom of his Father and his God. |
| Charity | When your courtyard twists, do not pour the water abroad. |
| Childhood | Alas! regardless of their doom, The little victims play; No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day. |
| Cuckoos | The Attic warbler pours her throat Responsive to the cuckoo's note. |
| Dancing | To brisk notes in cadence beating Glance their many-twinkling feet. |
| Eagles | Tho' he inherit Not the pride, nor ample pinion, That the Theban eagle bear, Sailing with supreme dominion Thro' the azure deep of air. |
| Evening | The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. |
| Fire | Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire. |
| Fire | E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. |
| Footsteps | There scatter'd oft the earliest of ye Year By Hands unseen are showers of Vi'lets found; The Redbreast loves to build and warble there, And little Footsteps lightly print the ground. |
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