Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance

Quote by Robert Blair

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The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted...

The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted...

How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt.

How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt.

Action, so to speak, is the genius of nature.

Action, so to speak, is the genius of nature.

When it draws near to witching time of night.

When it draws near to witching time of night.

Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society.

Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society.

Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance.

Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance.

Affectation is certain deformity; by forming themselves on fantastic models, the young begin with being...

Affectation is certain deformity; by forming themselves on fantastic models, the young begin with being...

Throughout the whole vegetable, sensible, and rational world, whatever makes progress towards maturity, as soon...

Throughout the whole vegetable, sensible, and rational world, whatever makes progress towards maturity, as soon...

Its visits, like those of angels, short, and far between.

Its visits, like those of angels, short, and far between.