There was a sound of revelry by night,
And Belgium's capital had gathered then
Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright
The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men.
—Byron.
No man is wiser for his learning; it may administer matter to work in, or objects to work upon; but wit and wisdom are born with a man.—Selden.
He who tells a lie is not sensible how great a task he undertakes; for he must be forced to invent twenty more to maintain.—Pope.
By this storm grew loud apace,
The water-wraith was shrieking,
And in the scowl of heaven each face
Grew dark as they were speaking.—Campbell.
The day is cold and dark and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
And at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.—Longfellow.
With slow and steady step there came
A lady through the hall;
And breathless silence chained the lips,
And touched the hearts of all.—H.G.Bell.
I come, I come! ye have called me long;
I come o'er the mountains with light and song;
Ye may trace my steps o'er the waking earth,
By the winds which tell of the violet's birth,
By the primrose stars in the shadowy grass,
By the green leaves opening as I pass.
—Mrs Hemans.
