Absence of occupation is not rest; / A mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd.
Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
That good diffused may more abundant grow.
Doing good, Disinterested good, is not our trade.
Visitors are insatiable devourers of time, and fit only for those who, if they did not visit, would do nothing.
My sin and judgment are alike peculiar. I am a castaway, deserted and condemned.
Some to the fascination of a name, Surrender judgment hoodwinked.
Glory built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
Glory built on selfish principles is shame and guilt.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair
Absence from whom we love is worse than death.
The man that dares traduce, because he can with safety to himself, is not a man.
Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.