Of her scorn the maid repented, And the shepherd - of his love.
The dead of midnight is the noon of thought.
It is to hope, though hope were lost.
The most characteristic mark of a great mind is to choose some one important object, and pursue it for life.
While Genius was thus wasting his strength in eccentric flights, I saw a person of a very different appearance, named Application.
Say not 'Good-night' but in some brighter clime, bid me 'Good-morning.'