I shall be but a shrimp of an author. Thomas Gra
If the best man's faults were written on his forehead, he would draw his hat over his eyes. Thomas Gra
I shall be but a shrimp of an author. Thomas
'Tis folly to be wise.
Hell is full of good intentions.
Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust, or flattery soothe the dull, cold ear of death?
O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, moveThe bloom of young Desire and purple light of love.
The meanest flowret of the vale, / The simplest note that swells the gale, / The common sun, the air, and skies, / To him are opening paradise.
He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time: The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.
What female heart can gold despise? What cat 's averse to fish?
I shall be but a shrimp of an author.
As to posterity, I may ask what has it ever done to oblige me?
Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions date descry.
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight. Thomas
Mark and I get pretty competitive sometimes. But I like to just get the ball to my receivers and let them make the plays. I trust them.
From toil he wins his spirits light, From busy day the peaceful night; Rich, from the very want of wealth, In heaven's best treasures, peace and health.
The applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes.
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air
'Tis folly to be wise. Thomas
To Contemplation's sober eye. / Such is the race of Man.
Along the cool sequestered vale of life,They kept the noiseless tenour of their way.
The still small voice of gratitude.
Far from the sun and summer-gale, / In thy green lap was Nature's darling laid.
When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.
We've got 10 seniors starting on the offense, and I'm the only junior, so I was a little nervous before the game. But I got comfortable after the first drive and we played well.
Full many a gem of purest ray sereneThe dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear:Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
He passed the flaming bounds of space and time: / The living throne, the sapphire-blaze, / Where angels tremble while they gaze, / He saw; but blasted with excess of light, / Closed his eyes in endless night.
Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear.
Not all that tempts your wandering eyes And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; Nor all that glisters gold.