The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.
Robert SoutheyFrom its fountains In the mountains, Its rills and its gills; Through moss and through brake, It runs and it creeps For awhile till it sleeps In its own little Lake. And thence at departing, Awakening and starting, It runs through the reeds And away it proceeds, Through meadow and glade, In sun and in shade, And through the wood-shelter, Among crags in its flurry, Helter-skelter, Hurry-scurry.
Robert SoutheySome voluntary castaways there will always be, whom no fostering kindness and no parental care can preserve from self-destruction; but if any are lost for want of care and culture, there is a sin of omission in the society to which they belong.
Robert SoutheyAffliction is not sent in vain, young man, from that good God, who chastens whom he loves.
Robert Southey