Could he with reason murmur at his case, Himself sole author of his own disgrace?
Absence of proof is not proof of absence.
My soul is sick with every day's report of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow, and when we lie down at night we may safely say to most of our troubles, "Ye have done your worst, and we shall see you no more."
Ages elapsed ere Homer's lamp appear'd, And ages ere the Mantuan swan was heard: To carry nature lengths unknown before, To give a Milton birth, ask'd ages more.