"Most musical, most melancholy" bird! A melancholy bird! Oh! idle thought! In nature there is nothing melancholy.

'Tis the merry nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for h ...

A man of maxims only, is like a cyclops with one eye, and that in the back of his head.

A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive.

A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.

A poet ought not to pick nature's pocket. Let him borrow, and so borrow as to repay by the very act of borrowing. Examine nature accurately, but write from recollection, and tru ...

A sadder and a wiser man, He rose the morrow morn.

A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I bless'd them unaware.

Advice is like snow the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.

Ah! replied my gentle fair, Beloved, what are names but air? Choose thou, whatever suits the line: Call me Sappho, call me Chloris, Call me Lalage, or Doris, Only, only, call me ...