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The budding rose above the rose full blown.
The charities that soothe and heal and bless, lie scattered at the feet of men like flowers.
The common growth of Mother Earth
Suffices me--her tears, her mirth,
Her humblest mirth and tears.
The education of circumstances is superior to that of tuition.
The fear that kills, and hope that is unwilling to be fed.
The gods approve the depth, and not the tumult of the soul.
The good die first; and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust burn to the socket.
The good old rule
Sufficeth them, the simple plan,
That they should take who have the power,
And they should keep who can.
The stars are mansions built by nature's hand,
And, haply, there the spirits of the blest,
Dwell, clothed in radiance, their immortal rest.
The still, sad music of humanity.
The wind, a sightless laborer, whistles at his task.
These feeble and fastidious times.
These hoards of wealth you can unlock at will.
These two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together,--manly dependence and manly independence, manly reliance and manly self-reliance.
Those eyes, soft and capricious as a cloudless sky, whose azure depth their color emulates, must needs be conversant with upward looks--prayer's voiceless service.
Thought and theory must precede all salutary action; yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
To be young was very heaven!
To check the erring and reprove;
Thou who art victory and law,
When empty terrors overawe,
Give unto me, made lowly wise,
The spirit of self-sacrifice.
Truth takes no account of centuries.
We sail the sea of life; a calm one finds,
And one a tempest; and, the voyage o'er,
Death is the quiet haven of us all.
What are fears but voices airy?
Whispering harm where harm is not,
And deluding the unwary
Till the fatal bolt is shot!
What is pride? a whizzing rocket
That would emulate a star.
Where rivulets dance their wayward round, and beauty born of murmuring sound shall pass into her face.
Who swerves from innocence, who makes divorce
Of that serene companion--a good name.
Recovers not his loss; but walks with shame,
With doubt, with fear, and haply with remorse.
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