Occupation: Writer Birth: September 25, 1782 Death: October 30, 1824
The fountain of my heart dried up within me,-- With nought that loved me, and with nought to love, I stood upon the desert earth alone. And in that d….
Tis well to be merry and wise, 'Tis well to be honest and true; It is best to be off with the old love, Before you are on with the new..
The soul shares not the body's test..
Beauty hath no lustre save when it gleameth through the crystal web that purity's fine fingers weave for it..
A malady Preys on my heart that med'cine cannot reach..
There is no error more absurd, and yet more rooted in the heart of man, than the belief that his sufferings will promote his spiritual safety..
It is actually possible to become amateurs in suffering..
The limner's art may trace the absent feature, And give the eye of distant weeping faith To view the form of its idolatry; But oh! the scenes 'mid wh….
A time will come, and soon, when, from mere habit, you will echo the scream of every delirious wretch that harbors near you; then you will pause, cla….
O wretched is the dame, to whom the sound, "Your lord will soon return," no phrase brings..
My own lov'd light, That very soft and solemn spirit worships, That lovers love so well--strange joy is thine, Whose influence o'er all tides of soul….
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude..
They waste life in what are called good resolutions-partial efforts at reformation, feebly commenced, heartlessly conducted, and hopelessly concluded..
Yes, I laugh at all mankind, and the imposition that they dare to practice when they talk of hearts. I laugh at human passions and human cares, vice ….