Robert Southey
Robert Southey
Robert Southeywas an English poet of the Romantic school, one of the so-called "Lake Poets", and Poet Laureate for 30 years from 1813 to his death in 1843. Although his fame has long been eclipsed by that of his contemporaries and friends William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Southey's verse still enjoys some popularity...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth12 August 1774
friendship i-miss-you missing-you
No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.
speech three-things three
There are three things in speech that ought to be considered before some things are spoken--the manner, the place and the time.
healing affliction cups
There is healing in the bitter cup.
humble progress-of-society generations
The history of any private family, however humble, could it be fully related for five or six generations, would illustrate the state and progress of society better than the most elaborate dissertation.
friendship goodbye farewell
The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.
perseverance memories exercise
The three indispensable of genius are: understanding, feeling, and perseverance; the three things that enrich genius are: contentment of mind, the cherishing of good thoughts, and the exercise of memory
sky rainbow promise
Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray, Each in the other melting.
dream nature men
It is not for man to rest in absolute contentment. He is born to hopes and aspirations as the sparks fly upward, unless he has brutalized his nature and quenched the spirit of immortality which is his portion.
guilt faults crime
One fault begets another; one crime renders another necessary.
devil looks gone
From his brimstone bed, at break of day, A-walking the Devil is gone, To look at his little snug farm of the World, And see how his stock went on.
friendship sleep woe
Thou hast been called, O sleep! the friend of woe; But 't is the happy that have called thee so.
intelligence progress ruins
The march of intellect is proceeding at quick time; and if its progress be not accompanied by a corresponding improvement in morals and religion, the faster it proceeds, with the more violence will you be hurried down the road to ruin.
amusement want quiet
My notions of life are much the same as they are about traveling; there is a good deal of amusement on the road; but, after all, one wants to be at rest.
roots choices affection
Beware of those who are homeless by choice! You have no hold on human being whose affections are without a top-root!