| Quotes |
Topic |
| Slavery | I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd. |
| Slavery | Slaves cannot breathe in England, if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free, They touch our country, and their shackles fall. |
| Society | The rout is Folly's circle, which she draws With magic wand. So potent is the spell, That none decoy'd into that fatal ring, Unless by Heaven's peculiar grace, escape. There we grow early gray, but never wise. |
| Soldiers | He stands erect, his slouch becomes a walk, He steps right onward, martial in his air, His form and movement. |
| Solitude | I praise the Frenchman, his remark was shrewd,-- "How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude." But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper--Solitude is sweet. |
| Solitude | Oh, for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more! |
| Solitude | O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. |
| Sorrow | The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the lands where sorrow is unknown. |
| Spring | Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze. |
| Story Telling | A story, in which native humour reigns, Is often useful, always entertains, A graver fact, enlisted on your side, May furnish illustration, well applied, But sedentary weavers of long tales Give me the fidgets, and my patience fails. |
| Study | Me therefore studious of laborious ease. |
| Success | Hast thou not learn'd what thou art often told, A truth still sacred, and believed of old, That no success attends on spears and swords Unblest, and that the battle is the Lord's? |
| Sympathy | There is in souls a sympathy with sounds. |
| Talk | Words learn'd by rote a parrot may rehearse, But talking is not always to converse, Not more distinct from harmony divine The constant creaking of a country sign. |
| Teaching | Seek to delight, that they may mend mankind. And, while they captivate, inform the mind. |
| Teaching | The sounding jargon of the schools. |
| Tears | And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow'd perhaps by a smile. |
| Temperance | Call'd to the temple of impure delight He that abstains, and he alone, does right. If a wish wander that way, call it home, He cannot long be safe whose wishes roam. |
| Thought | In indolent vacuity of thought. |
| Trees | No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar. |
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