01c. 1814 ADThinking is but an idle waste of thought, And nought is everything and everything is nought.Horace Smith / quote ↗
03c. 1814 ADAnd thou hast walked about (how strange a story!) In Thebes's streets three thousand years ago, When the Memnonium was in all its glory.Horace Smith / quote ↗
04c. 1814 ADSpeech is a laggard and a sloth, but the eyes shoot forth an electric fluid that condenses all the elements of sentiment and passion in one single emanation.Horace Smith / quote ↗
05c. 1814 ADYour voiceless lips, O flowers, are living preachers,—each cup a pulpit, and each leaf a book.Horace Smith / quote ↗
06c. 1814 ADThere is no gloom on earth, for God above Chastens in love; Transmuting sorrow into golden joy, Free from alloy. His dearest attribute is still to bless, And man’s most welcome hymn is grateful cheerfulness.Horace Smith / quote ↗
07c. 1814 ADReligion pure, Unchanged in spirit, though its forms and codes Wear myriad modes, Contains all creeds within its mighty span— The love of God, displayed in love of man.Horace Smith / quote ↗
08c. 1814 ADYour voiceless lips, O flowers, are living preachers, Each cup a pulpit, every leaf a book, Supplying to my fancy numerous teachers, From loneliest nook. Were I, O God, in churchless lands remaining, Far from the voice of teachers and divines, My soul would find in flowers of Thy ordaining, Priests, sermons, shrines.Horace Smith / quote ↗
09c. 1814 ADThe bright mosaic, that with storied beauty, the floor of nature's temple tessellate.Horace Smith / quote ↗
10c. 1814 AD"But," quoth his neighbor, "when the sun From East to West his course has run, How comes it that he shows his face Next morning in his former place?" "Ho! there's a pretty question, truly!" Replied our wight, with an unruly Burst of laughter and delight, So much his triumph seemed to please him. "Why, blockhead! he goes back at night, And that's the reason no one sees him!"Horace Smith / quote ↗
