Emotions and Feelings

I die—but first I have possess’d, And come what may, I have been bless’d.

Butcher’d to make a Roman holiday!

Alas! our young affections run to waste, Or water but the desert.

’Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give No hollow aid; alone—man with his God must strive.

The beings of the mind are not of clay; Essentially immortal, they create And multiply in us a brighter ray And more beloved existence.

Among them, but not of them; in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts.

I stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand.

I have not loved the world, nor the world me; I have not flatter’d its rank breath, nor bow’d To its idolatries a patient knee.

To fly from, need not be to hate, mankind.

He who ascends to mountaintops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind Must look down on the hate of those below.

He who ascends to mountaintops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind Must look down on the hate of those below.

Did ye not hear it?—No! ’twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o’er the stony street. On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.

Fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; And life’s enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.

Better to err with Pope, than shine with Pye.

’Tis pleasant, sure, to see one’s name in print; A book’s a book, although there’s nothing in ’t.

The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend.

Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.

And joyless, if not shared with him!

“Friendship is Love without his wings!”

Oh! ever thus, from childhood’s hour, I’ve seen my fondest hope decay; I never loved a tree or flower, But ’twas the first to fade away. I never nurs’d a dear gazelle To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die.

What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.

And folly’s all they’ve taught me.

But there’s nothing half so sweet in life As love’s young dream.

Go where glory waits thee! But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me!