Robert Southey Quotes

• The march of intellect.

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• The arts babblative and scribblative.

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• My name is Death: the last best friend am I.

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• The death of Nelson was felt in England as something more than a public calamity; men started at the intelligence, and turned pale, as if they had heard of the loss of a dear friend.

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• Show me a man who cares no more for one place than another, and I will show you in that same person one who loves nothing but himself. Beware of those who are homeless by choice.

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• Your true lover of literature is never fastidious.

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• Thou has been called, O Sleep! the friend of Woe, But ’tis the happy who have called thee so.

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• We wage no war with women nor with priests.

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• Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue.

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• ‘And everybody praised the Duke, Who this great fight did win.’ ‘But what good came of it at last?’ Quoth little Peterkin. ‘Why that I cannot tell,’ said he, ‘But ’twas a famous victory.’

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• Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for.

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• It was a summer evening, Old Kasper’s work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine.

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• In the days of my youth I remembered my God! And He hath not forgotten my age.

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• You are old, Father William, the young man cried, The few locks which are left you are grey; You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man, Now tell me the reason, I pray.

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• She has made me in love with a cold climate, and frost and snow, with a northern moonlight.

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• The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.

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• All deception in the course of life is indeed nothing else but a lie reduced to practice, and falsehood passing from words into things.

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• What will not woman, gentle woman dare; when strong affection stirs her spirit up?

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• To a resolute mind, wishing to do is the first step toward doing. But if we do not wish to do a thing it becomes impossible.

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• They sin who tell us Love can die: with Life all other passions fly, all others are but vanity.

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Robert Southey (30)

Birth:	12th August, 1774
Death:	21st March, 1843
Nationality:	British
Profession:	Poet

About

Robert Southey was an English poet of the Romantic school, one of the so-called "Lake Poets", and Poet Laureate for 30 years from 1813 to his death in 1843. Although his fame has been long eclipsed by that of his contemporaries and friends William Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Southey's verse still enjoys some popularity.

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