Henry Taylor

In our judgment of men, we are to beware of giving any great importance to occasional acts. By acts of occasional virtue weak men endeavour to redeem themselves in their own estimation, vain men to exalt themselves in that of mankind.

Such souls, Whose sudden visitations daze the world, Vanish like lighting, but they leave behind A voice that in the distance far away Wakens the slumbering ages.

His food Was glory, which was poison to his mind And peril to his body.

The world knows nothing of its greatest men.

An unreflected light did never yet Dazzle the vision feminine.

He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend. Eternity mourns that. ’Tis an ill cure For life’s worst ills, to have no time to feel them. Where sorrow ’s held intrusive and turned out, There wisdom will not enter, nor true power, Nor …

We figure to ourselves The thing we like; and then we build it up, As chance will have it, on the rock or sand,— For thought is tired of wandering o’er the world, And homebound Fancy runs her bark ashore.

Such souls, Whose sudden visitations daze the world, Vanish like lightning, but they leave behind A voice that in the distance far away Wakens the slumbering ages.

I have not skill From such a sharp and waspish word as "No" To pluck the sting.