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The starlight of the brain. - [Intellect] The taste forever refines in the study of women. - [Women] The value of life deepens incalculably with the privileges of travel. - [Travel] There is a gentle element, and man may breathe it with a calm, unruffled soul, and drink its living waters, till his heart is pure; and this is human happiness. - [Happiness] There is no divining-rod whose dip shall tell us at twenty what we shall most relish at thirty. - [Future] There is to me a daintiness about early flowers that touches me like poetry. They blow out with such a simple loveliness among the common herbs of pastures, and breathe their lives so unobtrusively, like hearts whose beatings are too gentle for the world. - [Flowers] Vulgarity is more obvious in satin than in homespun. - [Vulgarity] We may believe that we shall know each other's forms hereafter; and in the bright fields of the better land call the lost dead to us. - [Future] What is ambition? It is a glorious cheat! Angels of light walk not so dazzlingly the sapphire walls of heaven. - [Ambition] Wisdom, sits alone, topmost in heaven: she is its light, its God; and in the heart of man she sits as high, though groveling minds forget her oftentimes, seeing but this world's idols. - [Wisdom] Woe for my vine-clad home, that it should ever be so dark to me, with its bright threshold and its whispering tree! - [Woe] The dust is old upon my "sandal-shoon," And still I am a pilgrim; I have roved From wild America to Bosphor's waters, And worshipp'd at innumerable shrines Of beauty; and the painter's art, to me, And sculpture, speak as with a living tongue, And of dead kingdoms, I recall the soul, Sitting amid their ruins. - Florence Gray [Traveling] Press on!--"For in the grave there is no work And no device"--Press on! while yet ye may! - From a Poem Delivered at Yale College (l. 45) [Progress] The world well tried--the sweetest thing in life Is the unclouded welcome of a wife. - Lady Jane (canto II, st. 11) [Wives] Your love in a cottage is hungry, Your vine is a nest for flies-- Your milkmaid shocks the Graces, And simplicity talks of pies! You lie down to your shady slumber And wake with a bug in your ear, Any your damsel that walks in the morning Is shod like a mountaineer. - Love in a Cottage (st. 3) [Love] At present there is no distinction among the upper ten thousand of the city. - Necessity for a Promenade Drive [Society] How beautiful it is for a man to die Upon the walls of Zion! to be called Like a watch-worn and weary sentinel, To put his armour off, and rest in heaven! - On the Death of a Missionary [Death] And mad ambition trumpeteth to all. - Parrhasius [Ambition] How like a mounting devil in the heart Rules the unreined ambition! - Parrhasius [Ambition] For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart; And makes his pulses fly, To catch the thrill of a happy voice, And the light of a pleasant eye. - Saturday Afternoon (st. 1) [Happiness] The Spring is here--the delicate footed May, With its slight fingers full of leaves and flowers, And with it comes a thirst to be away. In lovelier scenes to pass these sweeter hours. - Spring [Spring] 'Tis a bird I love, with its brooding note, And the trembling throb in its mottled throat; There's a human look in its swelling breast, And the gentle curve of its lowly crest; And I often stop with the fear I feel-- He runs so close to the rapid wheel. - The Belfry Pigeon [Pigeons] Let us weep in our darkness--but weep not for him! Not for him--who, departing, leaves millions in tears! Not for him--who has died full of honor and years! Not for him--who ascended Fame's ladder so high. From the round at the top he has stepped to the sky. - The Death of Harrison (st. 6) [Mourning] But he who never sins can little boast Compared to him who goes and sins no more! - The Lady Jane (canto II, st. 44) [Sin] It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses, When pleasant sights salute the eyes And pleasant scents the noses. - The Month of June [June] Displaying page 3 of 4 for this author: << Prev Next >> 1 2 [3] 4
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