To return after long years of painful absence to some place which has been the scene of our former joys, and whence the force of circumstance, and not choice, has driven us, is oppressive to the heart. — Samuel Lover Copy Share Image
But all husbands are geese, though our pride it may shock, From the first 'twas ordained so by Nature I fear; Ould Adam himself… — Samuel Lover Copy Share
When once the itch of literature comes over a man, nothing can cure it but the scratching of a pen. — Samuel Lover Copy Share
To return after long years of painful absence to some place which has been the scene of our former joys, and whence the force… — Samuel Lover Copy Share
Oh, happy triumph of the poet! - to hear his verses wedded to sweet sounds, and warbled by the woman he loves! — Samuel Lover Copy Share
What is wine? It is the grape present in another form; its essence is there, though the fruit which produced it grew thousands of… — Samuel Lover Copy Share
Sure my love is all crostLike a bud in the frostAnd there's no use at all in my going to bed,For 't is dhrames… — Samuel Lover Copy Share
My hearing has suffered seriously; just now I am obliged to have the assistance of an ear trumpet. Think of that, my beauty! -… — Samuel Lover Copy Share
Circumstances are the rulers of the weak; they are but the instruments of the wise. — Samuel Lover Copy Share
There was a place in childhood that I remember well, And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy tales did tell. — Samuel Lover Copy Share
