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English poet and prose writer
(1774 - 1843)
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"But what good came of it at last?"
  Quoth little Peterkin.
    "Why, that I cannot tell," said he;
      "But 'twas a famous victory."
      - Battle of Blenheim [Victory]

The arts Babblative and Scriblative.
      - Colloquies [Words]

It has been more wittily than charitably said that hell is paved with good intentions; they have their place in heaven also.
      - Colloquies on Society [Hell]

Cupid "the little greatest god."
      - Commonplace Book (4th series, p. 462)

St. Austin might have returned another answer to him that asked him, "What God employed himself about beofre the world was made?" "He was making hell."
      - Commonplace Book (fourth series, p. 591)

They sin who tell us Love can die:
  With life all other passions fly,
    All others are but vanity.
      In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell,
        Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell.
      - Cure of Kehama--Mount Meru (st. 10) [Love]

Midnight, and yet no eye
  Through all the Imperial City closed in sleep.
      - Curse of Kehama (pt. I, 1) [Midnight]

. . . make the abhorrent eye
  Roll back and close.
      - Curse of Kehama (VIII, 9) [Abhorrence]

What a world were this,
  How unendurable its weight, if they
    Whom Death hath sundered did not meet again!
      - Inscription XVII--Epitaph [Immortality]

Happy those
  Who in the after-days shall live, when Time
    Hath spoken, and the multitude of years
      Taught wisdom to mankind!
      - Joan of Arc (bk. I) [Wisdom]

Death! to the happy thou art terrible;
  But how the wretched love to think of thee,
    O thou true comforter! the friend of all
      Who have no friend beside!
      - Joan of Arc (bk. I, l. 318) [Death]

Go, little Book! From this my solitude
  I cast thee on the Waters,--go thy ways:
    And if, as I believe, thy vein be good,
      The World will find thee after many days.
        Be it with thee according to thy worth:
          Go, little Book; in faith I send thee forth.
      - Lay of the Laureate--L'Envoy [Books]

Agreed to differ.
      - Life of Wesley [Argument]

Now, motionless and dark, eluded search
  Self-shrouded: and anon, starring the sky,
    Rose like a shower of fire.
      - Madoc (pt. II) [Fireflies]

What wilt not woman, gentle woman, dare
  When strong affection stirs her spirit up?
      - Madoc (pt. II, II) [Women]

The moon arose: she shone upon the lake,
  Which lay one smooth expanse of silver light;
    She shone upon the hills and rocks, and cast
      Upon their hollows and their hidden glens
        A blacker depth of shade.
      - Madoc (pt. II, The Close of the Century)

Then more fierce
  The conflict grew; the din of arms, the yell
    Of savage rage, the shriek of agony,
      The groan of death, commingled in one sound
        Of undistinguish'd horrors.
      - Madoc (pt. II, XV) [War]

Three things a wise man will not trust,
  The wind, the sunshine of an April day,
    And woman's plighted faith.
      - Madoc in Azthan (pt. XXIII, l. 51)

Affliction is not sent in vain, young man,
  From that good God, who chastens whom he loves.
      - Madoc in Wales (III, l. 176) [Affliction]

Ye who dwell at home,
  Ye do not know the terrors of the main.
      - Madoc in Wales (pt. IV) [Navigation]

Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue.
      - Madoc in Wales (pt. V),
        referring to dolphins [Fish]

Four things which are not in thy treasury,
  I lay before thee, Lord, with this petition:--
    My nothingness, my wants,
      My sins, and my contrition.
      - Occasional Pieces (XIX),
        imitated from the Persian [Prayer]

While Washington hath left
  His awful memory,
    A light for after times.
      - Ode written during the War with America
        [Washington, George]

Earth could not hold us both, nor can one heaven
  Contain my deadliest enemy and me.
      - Roderick, the Last of the Goths (bk. XXI)

The march of intellect.
      - Sir Thos. More; or, Colloquies on the Progress and Prospects of Society
         (vol. II, p. 361) [Intellect : Progress]

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