Lord of
Lord of
thrones slave should
I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse borne away with every breath! Misplaced upon the throne misplaced in life. I know not what I could have been, but feel I am not what I should be let it end.
country hated
I loved my country, and I hated him.
cheer inspire world
Which cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires The young, makes Weariness forget his toil, And Fear her danger; opens a new world When this, the present, palls.
sweet wine bottles
Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.
thinking wife laura
Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?.
sweet heart voice
The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
vanity may example
Ecclesiastes said that "all is vanity," Most modern preachers say the same, or show it By their examples of true Christianity: In short, all know, or very short may know it.
thinking blood tyrants
Think'st thou there is no tyranny but that Of blood and chains? The despotism of vice-- The weakness and the wickedness of luxury-- The negligence--the apathy--the evils Of sensual sloth--produces ten thousand tyrants, Whose delegated cruelty surpasses The worst acts of one energetic master, However harsh and hard in his own bearing.
hate twilight water
Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.
should-have fishing trout
And angling too, that solitary vice, What Izaak Walton sings or says: The quaint, old, cruel coxcomb, in his gullet Should have a hook, and a small trout to pull it.
travel eye grieving
I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
demon blight exile
What exile from himself can flee? To zones, though more and more remote, Still, still pursues, where'er I be, The blight of life--the demon Thought.
men hands may
Kill a man's family, and he may brook it, But keep your hands out of his breeches' pocket.
wise men bars
Your thief looks Exactly like the rest, or rather better; 'Tis only at the bar, and in the dungeon, That wise men know your felon by his features.