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Sympathy is the surest destruction of selfishness. Children, like the grown person, grow the better for participation in the sufferings where their own only share is pity.
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I made myself a little boatAnd launched it on the sea ;And into the wide world went forthTo see what there might be.
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No one can say farewell with indifference.
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Awakening hope has named the nameOf love, or blown its spark to flame.Restlessness, but as the winds rangeFrom leaf to leaf, from flower to flower;Changefulness, but as rainbows change,From colour'd sky to sunlit hour.Ay, well indeed may minstrel sing,-What have the heart and year like spring?
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Expectation is in itself a very pretty sort of reality.
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… when was a woman ever witty without being bitter?
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Cradle of Letters ! Mistress of the World !Soil of the Sun ! Italia! I salute thee !How oft the human race have worn thy yoke.The vessels of thine arms, thine arts, thy sky !
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Born with them-born with them : all alike ! No pleasure equal to the pleasure of tormenting, to a woman.
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There is a favourite in every family; and, generally speaking, that favourite is the most troublesome member in it.
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Distinction is purchased at the expense of sympathy
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Deceit is this world's passport: who would dare,However pure the breast, to lay it bare?
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It is a fact not to be disputed, that the aristocracy have not 'progressed ' in proportion to the other classes. A young nobleman of the present day has not a better education than his ancestor in the time of Elizabeth.
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Does the sweet morning rise,Bride-like, from sleep,When their first revelriesBird and bee keep,Singing out joyouslyIn the green tree ?Then, when my hopes are high,Think I of thee.
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I have ever remarked, that when Fate has any great misfortune in store, it is always preceded by a brief period of calm and sunshine-as if to add bitterness of contrast to all other misery. It is for the happy to tremble-it is over their heads that the thunderbolt is about to burst.
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To know yourself less beloved than you love, is a dreadful feeling
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Pure as the snow the summer sunNever at noon hath look'd upon, -Deep, as is the diamond wave,Hidden in the desart cave, -Changeless, as the greenest leavesOf the wreath the cypress weaves, -Hopeless, often, when most fond,Without hope or fear beyondIts own pale fidelity, -And this woman's love can be!
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Never, dear father, love can be,Like the dear love I had for thee!
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They say gravity is the centre of attraction ; I rather think that noise is. Nothing so soon assembles the inhabitants of a house as a loud and sudden noise : …
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From Lee: I believe that the mind may make its own immortality : thought is the spiritual part of existence ; and so long as my mind influences others, so long as my thoughts remain behind, so long shall my spirit be conscious and immortal. The body may perish-not so the essence which survives in the living and lasting page.
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To use the established phrase, three months of uninterrupted happiness glided away-a phrase, though in frequent use, whose accuracy I greatly doubt ; there being no such thing as uninterrupted happiness any how or any where.
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The scar of fire, the dint of steel,Are easier than Love's wounds to heal.
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-vanity, like all social vices, craves for novelty ;
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This volume was written for children. Miss Landon set out its purpose in the preface.
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He fell as other thousands do,Trampled down where they fall,While on a single name is heap'dThe glory gain'd by all.Yet even he whose common graveLies in the open fields,Died not without a thought of allThe joy that glory yields.
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