TuesdayJul 01, 2025
Quotes: 53419 Authors: 9969
There studious let me sit, And hold high converse with the mighty dead.
See, Winter comes to rule the varied world, Sullen and sad.
An elegant sufficiency, content, Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, Ease and alternate labour, useful life, Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven!
When Britain first, at Heavens command, Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain: Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves.
Sighed and looked unutterable things.
For loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is when unadorned adorned the most.
Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot.
But yonder comes the powerful King of Day, Rejoicing in the East.
Or where the Northern ocean, in vast whirls, Boils round the naked melancholy isles Of farthest Thulé and the Atlantic surge Pours in among the stormy Hebrides.
Ships dim-discovered dropping from the clouds.
But who can paint Like nature? Can imagination boast, Amid its gay creation, hues like hers?
Among the changing months, May stands confest The sweetest, and in fairest colors dressed.
A little round, fat, oily man of God.
A pleasing land of drowsyhead it was.
Come gentle Spring! ethereal mildness, come.
Forever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to love, And, when we meet a mutual heart, Come in between and bid us part?
Come then, expressive silence, muse His praise.
An elegant sufficiency, content, Retirement, rural, quiet, friendship, books.
Welcome, ye shades! ye bowery Thickets hail! Ye lofty Pines! ye venerable Oaks! Ye Ashes wild, resounding oer the steep! Delicious is your shelter to the soul.
Crowned with the sickle, and wheaten sheaf, While Autumn, nodding oer the yellow plain, Comes jovial on.
A bard here dwelt, more fat than bard be-seems, Who, void of envy, guile, and lust of gain, On virtue still, and natures pleasing themes, Poured from his unpremeditated strain.
An elegant, sufficiency, content, Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books.
Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves.
Peace is the happy natural state of man; war is corruption and disgrace.
The vilest thing must be less vile than Thou From whom it had its being, God and Lord!
The City is of Night; perchance of Death, But certainly of Night; for never there Can come the lucid morning's fragrant breath After the dewy dawning's cold gray air.
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