Oh, when a mother meets on high The babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight? — 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 more attempting. In like manner I made the most of my enjoyment s: and through I do not cast my cares away, I pack them in as little compass as I can, and carry them as… — Robert Southey Copy Share
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
