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| He who is only just is cruel. Who on earth could live were all judged justly. |
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| He who loves not his country, can love nothing |
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| He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below |
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| Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies |
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| Her great merit is finding out mine -- there is nothing so amiable as discernment. |
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| Here lies interred in the eternity of the past, from whence there is no resurrection for the days -- whatever there may be for the dust -- the thirty-third year of an ill-spent life, which, after a lingering disease of many months sank into a lethargy, and expired, January 22d, 1821, A.D. leaving a successor inconsolable for the very loss which occasioned its existence. |
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| Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not / Who would be free themselves must strike the blow? |
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| His heart was one of those which most enamour us, / Wax to receive, and marble to retain. |
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| History is the devil's scripture |
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| I always looked to about thirty as the barrier of any real or fierce delight in the passions, and determined to work them out in the younger ore and better veins of the mine /and I flatter myself (perhaps) that I have pretty well done so /and now the dross is coming. |
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| I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness. |
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| I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting. |
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| I am as comfortless as a pilgrim with peas in his shoes -- and as cold as Charity, Chastity or any other Virtue. |
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| I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library |
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| I am so convinced of the advantages of looking at mankind instead of reading about them, and of the bitter effects of staying at home with all the narrow prejudices of an Islander, that I think there should be a law amongst us to set our young men abroad for a term among the few allies our wars have left us. |
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| I am sure of nothing so little as my own intentions. |
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| I am the very slave of circumstance / And impulse - borne away with every breath! |
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| I by no means rank poetry high in the scale of intelligence -this may look like affectation but it is my real opinion. It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake. |
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