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Robert Blair
About the author
Its visits, like those of angels, short, and far between.
Robert Blair,
#Angels
Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance.
Robert Blair,
#Remembrance
When it draws near to witching time of night.
Robert Blair,
#Time
#Night
The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted firmness.
Robert Blair,
#Men
#Nature
#Grave
#Firmness
Action, so to speak, is the genius of nature.
Robert Blair,
#Action
#Nature
#Genius
Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society.
Robert Blair,
#Life
#Society
#Soul
Affectation is certain deformity; by forming themselves on fantastic models, the young begin with being ridiculous, and often end in being vicious.
Robert Blair,
#End
#Being
#Affectation
Throughout the whole vegetable, sensible, and rational world, whatever makes progress towards maturity, as soon as it has passed that point, begins to verge towards decay.
Robert Blair,
#World
#Progress
#Maturity
How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt.
Robert Blair,
#Guilt