My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread.
A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled.
Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold.
My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon.—The associate of Pope and Addison, the mind accustomed to the noble though silent discourse of Shakespeare and Milton, will hardly seek or put up with low or evil company and slaves.
Topics: Reading, Books
The poor dear dead have been laid out in vain; tumed into cash, they are laid out again.
But who would rush at a benighted man, and give him two black eyes for being blind?
Wondering Whom to Read Next?
- Leigh Hunt British Author
- Matthew Arnold English Poet, Critic
- Edward Lear English Humorist, Illustrator
- Wilkie Collins English Novelist, Playwright
- Lord Byron (George Gordon Byron) English Romantic Poet
- John Keats English Poet
- Arthur Henry Hallam English Essayist, Poet
- A. E. Housman English Scholar, Poet
- Dante Gabriel Rossetti British Poet, Artist
- Hilaire Belloc British Writer, Poet