Sleep hath its own world, and the wide realm of wild reality.
When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World.
Tis strange,-but true; for truth is always strange; Stranger than fiction: if it could be told, How much would novels gain by the exchange! How differently the world would men behold!
Retirement accords with the tone of my mind; I will not descend to a world I despise.
My great comfort is, that the temporary celebrity I have wrung from the world has been in the very teeth of all opinions and prejudices. I have flattered no ruling powers; I have never concealed a single thought that tempted me.
Sorrow preys upon Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it From its sad visions of the other world Than calling it at moments back to this. The busy have no time for tears.
I have not loved the World, nor the World me; I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed To its idolatries a patient knee, Nor coined my cheek to smiles,-nor cried aloud In worship of an echo.
The world is a bundle of hay, Mankind are the asses that pull, Each tugs in a different way And the greatest of all is John Bull!
Which cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires The young, makes Weariness forget his toil, And Fear her danger; opens a new world When this, the present, palls.
But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.
I have not loved the world, nor the world me.
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
With thee all tales are sweet; each clime has charms; earth - sea alike - our world within our arms.
Truth is a gem that is found at a great depth; whilst on the surface of the world all things are weighed by the false scale of custom.
Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.
I have had, and may have still, a thousand friends, as they are called, in life, who are like one's partners in the waltz of this world -not much remembered when the ball is over.
Switzerland is a curst, selfish, swinish country of brutes, placed in the most romantic region of the world.
Jealousy dislikes the world to know it.