And when my own Mark Antony Against young Caesar strove, And Rome's whole world was set in arms, The cause was,--all for… — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
For a young and presumptuous poet a disposition to write satires is one of the most dangerous he can encourage. It tempts… — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
"You are old, Father William," the young man cried, "The few locks which are left you are gray; You are hale, Father… — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
Affliction is not sent in vain, young man, from that good God, who chastens whom he loves. — 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
