the soul of conversation is sympathy

Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of the day, spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay.

He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.

The popularity of that baby-faced boy, who possessed not even the elements of a good actor, was a hallucination in the public mind, and a disgrace to our theatrical history.

I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.

The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!

Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze!