Emotions and Feelings

The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.

Liberty’s in every blow!

Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled,

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;

When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall, one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle.

Our patience will achieve more than our force.

Our patience will achieve more than our force.

He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves, and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper.

Because half a dozen grasshoppers under a fern make the field ring with their importunate chink, whilst thousands of great cattle, reposed beneath the shadow of the British oak, chew the cud and are silent, pray do not imagine that those who make the noise are the only inhabitants of the field.

I thought ten thousand swords must have leapt from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult.

I thought ten thousand swords must have leapt from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult.

No passion so effectually robs the mind of all its powers of acting and reasoning as fear.

There is, however, a limit at which forbearance ceases to be a virtue.

I am going to my Fathers, and tho’ with great difficulty I am got hither, yet now I do not repent me of all the trouble I have been at to arrive where I am. My sword, I give to him that shall succeed me in my pilgrimage, and my courage and skill to him that can get it. My marks and scars I carry with me, to be a witness for me, that I have fought his battles, who will now be my rewarder.

Who would true valour see,

He that is down needs fear no fall,

He that is down needs fear no fall,

A man that could look no way but downwards, with a muckrake in his hand.

So I awoke, and behold it was a dream.

Yet my great-grandfather was but a waterman, looking one way, and rowing another.

Hanging is too good for him, said Mr Cruelty.

It beareth the name of Vanity-Fair, because the town where ‘tis kept, is lighter than vanity.

The name of the slough was Despond.

There was a young lady named Bright,