Quotes
Quotes about Harm
An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair,
And fell adown his shoulders with loose care.
Charm'd with the foolish whistling of a name
From harmony, from heavenly harmony,
This universal frame began:
From harmony to harmony
Through all the compass of the notes it ran,
The diapason closing full in Man.
That air and harmony of shape express,
Fine by degrees, and beautifully less.
Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast,
To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
All nature is but art, unknown to thee;
All chance, direction, which thou canst not see;
All discord, harmony not understood;
All partial evil, universal good;
And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,
One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
Whether the charmer sinner it or saint it,
If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.
Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd,
But as the world, harmoniously confus'd,
Where order in variety we see,
And where, though all things differ, all agree.
A heaven of charms divine Nausicaa lay.
How happy could I be with either,
Were t' other dear charmer away!
God bless the King,--I mean the faith's defender!
God bless--no harm in blessing--the Pretender!
But who pretender is, or who is king,--
God bless us all!--that's quite another thing.
He saw her charming, but he saw not half
The charms her downcast modesty conceal'd.
Ever charming, ever new,
When will the landscape tire the view?
Philips, whose touch harmonious could remove
The pangs of guilty power and hapless love!
Rest here, distress'd by poverty no more;
Here find that calm thou gav'st so oft before;
Sleep undisturb'd within this peaceful shrine,
Till angels wake thee with a note like thine!
His death eclipsed the gayety of nations, and impoverished the public stock of harmless pleasure.
From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take.
Each lonely scene shall thee restore;
For thee the tear be duly shed,
Belov'd till life can charm no more,
And mourn'd till Pity's self be dead.
To me more dear, congenial to my heart,
One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
And what is friendship but a name,
A charm that lulls to sleep,
A shade that follows wealth or fame,
And leaves the wretch to weep?
When lovely woman stoops to folly,
And finds too late that men betray,
What charm can soothe her melancholy?
What art can wash her guilt away?
You had that action and counteraction which, in the natural and in the political world, from the reciprocal struggle of discordant powers draws out the harmony of the universe.
Freedom has a thousand charms to show,
That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.
O Solitude! where are the charms
That sages have seen in thy face?
Fireside happiness, to hours of ease
Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.
