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
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.
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.
guilt faults crime
One fault begets another; one crime renders another necessary.
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.
flirting play way
She comes majestic with her swelling sails, The gallant Ship: along her watery way, Homeward she drives before the favouring gales; Now flirting at their length the streamers play, And now they ripple with the ruffling breeze.
strength over-you mind
Whatever increases the strength and authority of your body over your mind, that is sin to you, however, innocent it may be in itself.
poverty reason-why misery
Ay! idleness! the rich folks never fail To find some reason why the poor deserve Their miseries.
wings bees sound
The solitary Bee Whose buzzing was the only sound of life, Flew there on restless wing, Seeking in vain one blossom where to fix.
eternity graves threshold
The grave Is but the threshold of eternity.