Separate from the pleasure of your company, I don't much care if I never see another mountain in my life.

To sigh, yet feel no pain; To weep, yet scarce know why; To sport an hour with Beauty's chain, Then throw it idly by.

When thus the heart is in a vein Of tender thought, the simplest strain Can touch it with peculiar power.

Think what you would have been now, if instead of being fed with tales and old wives' fables in childhood, you had been crammed with geography and natural history!

I always arrive late at the office, but I make up for it by leaving early.

By myself walking, To myself talking.

Oh for a tongue to curse the slave Whose treason, like a deadly blight, Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their hour of might!