Robert Southey

If you would be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams--the more they are condensed, the read more

If you would be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams--the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn.

Midnight, and yet no eye
Through all the Imperial City closed in sleep.

Midnight, and yet no eye
Through all the Imperial City closed in sleep.

All deception in the course of life is indeed nothing else but a lie reduced to practice, and falsehood passing read more

All deception in the course of life is indeed nothing else but a lie reduced to practice, and falsehood passing from words into things.

Three things a wise man will not trust,
The wind, the sunshine of an April day,
And read more

Three things a wise man will not trust,
The wind, the sunshine of an April day,
And woman's plighted faith.

She comes majestic with her swelling sails,
The gallant Ship: along her watery way,
Homeward she drives read more

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.