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So live, that, when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon; but sustain'd and sooth'd By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one that draws the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. - [Death] Stand here by my side and turn, I pray, On the lake below thy gentle eyes; The clouds hang over it, heavy and gray, And dark and silent the water lies; And out of that frozen mist the snow In wavering flakes begins to flow; Flake after flake, They sink in the dark and silent lake. - [Snow] Still sweet with blossoms is the year's fresh prime. - [Spring] Still this great solitude is quick with life. Myriads of insects, gaudy as the flowers They flutter over, gentle quadrupeds, And birds, that scarce have learned the fear of man, Are here, and sliding reptiles of the ground, Startlingly beautiful. The graceful deer Bounds to the wood at my approach. The bee * * * * * Fills the savannas with his murmurings. - [Solitude] The breath of springtime at this twilight hour Comes through the gathering glooms, And bears the stolen sweets of many a flower Into my silent rooms. - [Spring] The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth. - [Violets] The gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds. - [Flowers] The hills, rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun. - [Mountains] The hushed winds their Sabbath keep. - [Wind] The journalist should be on his guard against publishing what is false in taste or exceptionable in morals. - [Journalism] The keenest of political weapons. - [Burlesque] The mighty Rain Holds the vast empire of the sky alone. - [Rain] The press, important as is its office, is but the servant of the human intellect, and its ministry is for good or for evil, according to the character of those who direct it. The press is a mill which grinds all that is put into its hopper. Fill the hopper with poisoned grain, and it will grind it to meal, but there is death in the bread. - [Newspapers] The rose that lives its little hour is prized beyond the sculptured flower. - [Roses] The stormy March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies. - [March] The sun has drunk The dew that lay upon the morning grass; There is no rustling in the lofty elm That canopies my dwelling, and its shade Scarce cools me. All is silent save the faint And interrupted murmur of the bee, Settling on the sick flowers, and then again Instantly on the wing. - [Summer] The year's last, loveliest smile. - [Autumn] There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night; And grief may hide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light. - [Compensation] There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way. - [Providence] There is no glory in star or blossom Till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes Till breathed with joy as they wander by. - [April] These shades Are still the abodes of gladness; the thick roof Of green and stirring branches is alive And musical with birds, that sing and sport In wantonness of spirit; while below The squirrel, with raised paws and form erect, Chirps merrily. - [Trees] They talk of short lived pleasures--be it so Pain dies as quickly; stern, hard featur'd pain Expires, and lets her weary prisoner go. The fiercest agonies have shortest reign. - [Pain] Thou who wouldst see the lovely and the wild Mingled in harmony on Nature's face, Ascend our rocky mountains. Let thy foot Fail not with weariness, for on their tops The beauty and the majesty of earth, Spread wide beneath, shall make thee to forget The steep and toilsome way. - [Landscape] Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger. - [Truth] Violets spring in the soft May shower. - [Violets] Displaying page 3 of 6 for this author: << Prev Next >> 1 2 [3] 4 5 6
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