No more we meet in yonder bowers Absence has made me prone to roving; But older, firmer hearts than ours, Have found monotony in loving.
My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then.
I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.
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So much alarmed that she is quite alarming, All Giggle, Blush, half Pertness, and half Pout.
What men call gallantry, and gods adultery, is much more common where the climate's sultry.
And yet a little tumult, now and then, is an agreeable quickener of sensation; such as a revolution, a battle, or an adventure of any lively description.
It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.
Adversity is the first path to truth.
It was one of the deadliest and heaviest feelings of my life to feel that I was no longer a boy. From that moment I began to grow old in my own esteem --and in my esteem age is not estimable.
Of all the barbarous middle ages, that which is most barbarous is the middle age of man! it is -- I really scarce know what; but when we hover between fool and sage, and don't know justly what we would be at -- a period something like a printed page, black letter upon foolscap, while our hair grows grizzled, and we are not what we were.
My time has been passed viciously and agreeably; at thirty-one so few years months days hours or minutes remain that ''Carpe Diem'' is not enough. I have been obliged to crop even the seconds -- for who can trust to tomorrow?
What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.
A lady of a ''certain age,'' which means certainly aged.
I always looked to about thirty as the barrier of any real or fierce delight in the passions, and determined to work them out in the younger ore and better veins of the mine --and I flatter myself (perhaps) that I have pretty well done so --and now the dross is coming.
I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?