But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.
Hatred is the madness of the heart.
I have a notion that gamblers are as happy as most people - being always excited.
Of all tales 'tis the saddest--and more sad, Because it makes us smile.
Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were; First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away--Is this the whole?
'Twas strange that one so young should thus concern His brain about the action of the sky; If you think 'twas philosophy that this did, I can't help thinking puberty assisted.