A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay. A daring pilot in extremity Pleas'd with the danger, when the waves went high He sought the storms.
A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay. A daring pilot in extremity Pleas'd with the danger, when the waves went high He sought the storms.
Dim, as the borrowed beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wandering travelers Is reason to the soul.
Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul.... He was naturally learnd he needed not the spectacles of books to read Nature he looked inwards, and found her there.... He is many times flat, insipid his comic wit degenerating in to clenches, his serious swelling into bombast. But he is always great, when some occasion is presented to him.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
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