Occupation: Author Birth: December 23, 1802 Death: May 3, 1852
Fresh October brings the pheasant, Then to gather nuts is pleasant..
June brings tulips, lilies, roses, Fills the children's hands with posies..
January brings the snow, makes our feet and fingers glow..
When I read or hear of the mutual injuries of England and Ireland, I fancy it would have been a blessed thing had the sea never flowed between the tw….
Parents and children cannot be to each other, as husbands with wives and wives with husbands. Nature has separated them by an almost impassable barri….
Puns are often unacceptable to the feelings; they come like a spoonful of ice-cream in the midst of a comfortable smoking-hot steak, or as a peppery ….
Much waste of words and of thought too would be avoided if disputants would always begin with a clear statement of the question, and not proceed to a….
bubbles of false opinion will last whole ages, and deceive whole generations, till they are broken by some powerful breath, and even then how often t….
The death of my mother permanently affects my happiness, more even than I should have anticipated, though I always knew that I must feel the separati….
The Poplar grows up straight and tall, The Pear-tree spreads along the wall.
I have a strong opinion that a genuine love of books is one of the greatest blessings of life for man and woman..
Dull November brings the blast, Then the leaves are whirling fast..
Chill December brings the sleet, Blazing fire, and Christmas treat..
It is remarkable what fine hands men of genius write, even when they are as awkward in all other uses of the hand as a cow with a musket..
I don't pretend to any exemption from the general lot of parental delusion-I mean that like most other parents I see my child through an atmosphere w….
The desire to be the object of public attention is weak, but the excessive dread of it is but a form of vanity and over-self-contemplativeness..
April brings the primrose sweet, / Scatters daisies at our feet..
Hot July brings cooling showers, Apricots and gillyflowers..
Life is the steam of the corporeal engine; the soul is the engineer who makes use of the steam-quickened engine..
February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again..
there is nothing so uncertain and slippery as fact..