Robert Southey
Robert Southey
Robert Southeywas an English poet of the Romantic school, one of the so-called "Lake Poets", and Poet Laureate for 30 years from 1813 to his death in 1843. Although his fame has long been eclipsed by that of his contemporaries and friends William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Southey's verse still enjoys some popularity...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth12 August 1774
happiness writing language-words
It is with words as with sunbeams-the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.
perseverance memories exercise
The three indispensable of genius are: understanding, feeling, and perseverance; the three things that enrich genius are: contentment of mind, the cherishing of good thoughts, and the exercise of memory
friendship goodbye farewell
The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.
life ambition passion
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.
humble progress-of-society generations
The history of any private family, however humble, could it be fully related for five or six generations, would illustrate the state and progress of society better than the most elaborate dissertation.
heart charity hopeless
Cold is thy hopeless heart, even as charity.
love breathe dies
Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live; Not where I love, but where I am, I die.
healing affliction cups
There is healing in the bitter cup.
love flames forever
Love is indestructible, Its holy flame forever burneth; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.
funny-birthday years long
Live as long as you may, the first twenty years are the longest half of your life.
speech three-things three
There are three things in speech that ought to be considered before some things are spoken--the manner, the place and the time.
fighting winning victory
And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win. "But what good came of it at last?" Quoth little Peterkin. "Why, that I cannot tell," said he, "But 'twas a famous victory."
love heart world
Take away love, and not physical nature only, but the heart of the moral world, would be palsied.
life lying practice
All deception in the course of life is indeed nothing else but a lie reduced to practice, and falsehood passing from words into things.