They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money.
It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.
Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.
I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse borne away with every breath! Misplaced upon the throne misplaced in life. I know not what I could have been, but feel I am not what I should be let it end.
On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.
Oh! too convincing--dangerously dear-- In woman's eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue--at once her spear and shield.