No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.
When your courtyard twists, do not pour the water abroad.
Alas! regardless of their doom, The little victims play; No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day.
Our character is shaped as much by our failures as it is by our successes.
The Attic warbler pours her throat Responsive to the cuckoo's note.
To brisk notes in cadence beating Glance their many-twinkling feet.
Tho' he inherit Not the pride, nor ample pinion, That the Theban eagle bear, Sailing with supreme dominion Thro' the azure deep of air.
The most important outcome of education is to help students become independent of formal education.
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire.
E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
There scatter'd oft the earliest of ye Year By Hands unseen are showers of Vi'lets found; The Redbreast loves to build and warble there, And little Footsteps lightly print the ground.
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, He had not the method of making a fortune.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
What female heart can gold despise? What cat's averse to fish?
The still small voice of gratitude.
Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th' inevitable hour, The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream's, like a meteor, to the troubled air.
They had finished her own crown in glory, and she couldn't stay away from the coronation.
Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding sheet of Edward's race; Give ample room and verge enough The characters of Hell to trace.
Hell is full of good intentions. [Sp., El infierno es lleno de buenas intenciones.]
And read their history in a nation's eyes.
Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
. . where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.