United Kingdom, Poet December 31, 1829 – January, 5, 1867.
Alexander Smith (1829/30, likely 31 December 1829 – 5 January 1867) was a Scottish poet, labelled as one of the Spasmodic School, and essayist.
I go into my library and all history unrolls before me.
A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.
To sit for one's portrait is like being present at one's own creation.
To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.
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