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
flame forever heaven holy love
Love is indestructible. It's holy flame forever burneth; from Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth.
life passion love-is
They sin who tell us love can die; With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. . . . . . Love is indestructible, Its holy flame forever burneth; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth. . . . . . It soweth here with toil and care, But the harvest-time of love is there.
love men affliction
Affliction is not sent in vain, young man, from that good God, who chastens whom he loves.
love dream reality
The true one of youth's love, proving a faithful helpmate in those years when the dream of life is over, and we live in its realities.
love rome world
And when my own Mark Antony Against young Caesar strove, And Rome's whole world was set in arms, The cause was,--all for love.
love breathe dies
Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live; Not where I love, but where I am, I die.
love flames forever
Love is indestructible, Its holy flame forever burneth; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.
love heart world
Take away love, and not physical nature only, but the heart of the moral world, would be palsied.
curses home
Curses are like young chickens, they always come home to roost
wise children reading
What blockheads are those wise persons, who think it necessary that a child should comprehend everything it reads.
would-be ifs
If you would be pungent, be brief.
considered ought three time
There are three things that ought to be considered before some things are spoken: the manner, the place, and the time
friend happy sleep thee thou
Thou hast been called, O Sleep! The friend of woe; But 'tis the happy that have called thee so
english-poet
If you would be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams - the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.