There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more
She walks in beauty like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
I am not now That which I have been.
On with the dance! Let joy be unconfin'd; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep.
Friendship is love without his wings!
All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin.
I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.
Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'Tis woman's whole existence.
Soprano, basso, even the contralto Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.
I love not man the less, but nature more.
She walks in beauty, Like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.
'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.
The busy have no time for tears.
'Tis strange - but true; for truth is always strange, Stranger than fiction.
In her first passion woman loves her lover; In all the others, all she loves is love.
Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy!
In secret we met - In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? - With silence and tears
The great object of life is sensation- to feel that we exist, even though in pain.
I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.