Happy it were for us all if we bore prosperity as well and as wisely as we endure adverse fortune.
Robert SoutheyNo distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.
Robert SoutheyOh, when a mother meets on high The babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight?
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 Southey