Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance

- Robert Blair

Beauty! thou pretty plaything! dear deceit, That steals so softly o'er the stripling's heart, And gives it a new pulse unknown before!

- Robert Blair

Our time is fixed, and all our days are number'd; How long, how short, we know not:—this we know, Duty requires we calmly wait the summons, Nor…

- Robert Blair

How shocking must thy summons be, O death, to him that is at ease in his possessions! who, counting on long years of pleasure here, is quite unfurnis…

- Robert Blair

Industry is not only the instrument of improvement, but the foundation of pleasure. He who is a stranger to it may possess, but cannot enjoy, for it …

- Robert Blair

Affectation is certain deformity; by forming themselves on fantastic models, the young begin with being ridiculous, and often end in being vicious.

- Robert Blair

How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt.

- Robert Blair

When it draws near to witching time of night.

- Robert Blair

Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society.

- Robert Blair