Martin Farquhar Tupper

A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and love, a resting place for innocence on earth, a link between angels and men.

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

Error is a hardy plant; it flourisheth in every soil; Nor is any poison so deadly, that it serveth not some wholesome use.

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

There is a limit to enjoyment, though the sources of wealth be boundless And the choicest pleasures of life lie within the ring of moderation.

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

Well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech.

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

A good book is the best of friends, the same today and forever.

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and love, a resting place for innocence on earth, a link between angels and men.

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love in all he doeth, The righteous find their joys in yearning on its loveliness for ever.

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

Tell me, ye that strive in vain to cramp and dwarf the soul, Wherefore should it cease to be, and when shall essence die?

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

If the mind is wearied by study, or the body worn with sickness, To seek uninstructive pleasure is to slumber on the couch of indolence.

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

Wait, thou child of hope, for Time shall teach thee all things.

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

Clamorous pauperism feastethWhile honest Labor, pining, hideth his sharp ribs.

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

Who can wrestle against Sleep? — Yet is that giant very gentleness.

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

Naples sitteth by the sea, keystone of an arch of azure, She spurneth disease, and misery, and famine, that crowd her sunny streets.

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

O fair, false city, thou gay and gilded harlot! Should meet the solemnity of death, in a sepulchre so foul and fearful!

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

Away with false fashion, so calm and so chill, Is a man with his heart in his hand!

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

Fearless in honesty, gentle yet just, To Fashion's intolerant state;

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

His fashion is passion, sincere and intense, — And cordial with me and with you.

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

I am not old, — I cannot be old, Call me not old to-day.

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

A dream, a dream, — it is all a dream, My heart is full of youth.

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

Never give up! it is wiser and better And break the dark spell of tyrannical care.

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

For life, good youth, hath never an illThe free-spreading wings of a cheerful mind.

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

Who shall guess what I may be?May be — and shall be — the lot of the young!

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

How gladly would I wander through some strange and savage land,Shall fan with their sweet wings the hermit-hunter of the wild!

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

Open the casement, and up with the Sun!Bridegroom of Earth, and brother of Time!

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

Hush,—for the halo of calmness is spreadingIn the swift waltz of my beautiful brain!

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

The dews of Hermon rest upon thee now,Fall on thy consecrated virgin brow.

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

Rise! ye gallant youth of Britain,Rise to help her, one and all!

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

"Let byegones be byegones," — they foolishly say,And I can do nought but regret them.

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

When streams of unkindness, as bitter as gall, "I now can forgive and forget."

— Martin Farquhar Tupper

God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love.

— Martin Farquhar Tupper