It is a terrible thought, that nothing is ever forgotten; that not an oath is ever uttered that does not continue to vibrate through all times, in the wide spreading current of sound; that not a prayer is lisped, that its record is not to be found st
Made poetry a mere mechanic art.
O, popular applause! what heart of man is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?
A life of ease is a difficult pursuit.
I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?
The Spirit breathes upon the Word and brings the truth to sight.