A malady Preys on my heart that med'cine cannot reach.
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… - Charles Robert Maturin
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…
- Charles Robert Maturin
It is actually possible to become amateurs in suffering. - Charles Robert Maturin
It is actually possible to become amateurs in suffering.
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. - Charles Robert Maturin
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.
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. - Charles Robert Maturin
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.
The soul shares not the body's test. - Charles Robert Maturin
The soul shares not the body's test.
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… - Charles Robert Maturin
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…
They waste life in what are called good resolutions-partial efforts at reformation, feebly commenced, heartlessly conducted, and hopelessly concluded. - Charles Robert Maturin
They waste life in what are called good resolutions-partial efforts at reformation, feebly commenced, heartlessly conducted, and hopelessly concluded.
Beauty hath no lustre save when it gleameth through the crystal web that purity's fine fingers weave for it. - Charles Robert Maturin
Beauty hath no lustre save when it gleameth through the crystal web that purity's fine fingers weave for it.
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… - Charles Robert Maturin
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…
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