William Makepeace Thackeray

Although I enter not,
Yet round about the spot
Ofttimes I hover;
And near read more

Although I enter not,
Yet round about the spot
Ofttimes I hover;
And near the sacred gate,
With longing eyes I wait,
Expectant of her.

A fool can no more see his own folly than he can see his ears.

A fool can no more see his own folly than he can see his ears.

Christmas is here:
Winds whistle shrill,
Icy and chill,
Little care we:
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Christmas is here:
Winds whistle shrill,
Icy and chill,
Little care we:
Little we fear
Weather without,
Sheltered about
The Mahogany-Tree.

To endure is greater than to dare; to tire out hostile fortune; to be daunted by no difficulty; to keep read more

To endure is greater than to dare; to tire out hostile fortune; to be daunted by no difficulty; to keep heart when all have lost it -- who can say this is not greatness?

Ah me! we wound where we never intended to strike; we create
anger where we never meant harm; and read more

Ah me! we wound where we never intended to strike; we create
anger where we never meant harm; and these thoughts are the
thorns in our cushion.
- William Makepeace Thackeray,