They who once engage in iniquitous designs miserably deceive themselves when they think that they will go so far and no farther;… — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
In fall-orbed glory, yonder moon Divine Rolls through the dark-blue depths. — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; No mist obscures; nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the… — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
Some voluntary castaways there will always be, whom no fostering kindness and no parental care can preserve from self-destruction; but if any are lost… — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
It has been more wittily than charitably said that hell is paved with good intentions; they have their place in heaven also. — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
Order is the sanity of the mind, the health of the body, the peace of the city, the security of the state. As the… — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
Whatever strengthens our local attachments is favorable both to individual and national character, our home, our birthplace, our native land. Think for a while… — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
I have told you of the Spaniard who always put on his spectacles when about to eat cherries, that they might look bigger and… — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
My days among the dead are passed; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old; My never-failing… — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
Love is indestructible. It's holy flame forever burneth; from Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth. — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
Live as long as you may, the first twenty years are the longest half of your life. They appear so while they are passing;… — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
Take away love, and not physical nature only, but the heart of the moral world, would be palsied. — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
Where Washington hath left His awful memory A light for after times! — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be… — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
Three things a wise man will not trust, The wind, the sunshine of an April day, And woman's plighted faith. — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
