Lord of
Lord of
time hands hours
No hand can make the clock strike for me the hours that are passed.
money cry week
I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.
quiet human-nature serene
A quiet conscience makes one so serene.
fire ashes
I am ashes where once I was fire...
peace solitude mark
Mark! Where his carnage and his conquests cease, He makes a solitude and calls it-peace!
earthquakes imagination poetry
It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.
fame folly martyrdom
Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.
prejudice world comfort
My great comfort is, that the temporary celebrity I have wrung from the world has been in the very teeth of all opinions and prejudices. I have flattered no ruling powers; I have never concealed a single thought that tempted me.
lonely wind water
And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.
unhappy literature sometimes
Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.
earth literature judged
He who is only just is cruel. Who on earth could live were all judged justly?
loneliness solitude feelings
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.
time giving agitation
It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.
mutual detest
I do detest everything which is not perfectly mutual.