More from Robert Southey

  1. Yet leaving here a name, I trust, That will not perish in the dust.
  2. The Satanic school.
  3. My days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old; My never-failing friends…
  4. The arts babblative and scribblative.
  5. The laws are with us, and God on our side.
  6. The march of intellect.
  7. Where Washington hath left His awful memory A light for after times!
  8. And then she went to the porridge of the Little, Small, Wee Bear, and tasted that; and that was neither too hot nor too cold, but just righ…

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