Tis light translateth night; 'tis inspiration Expounds experience; 'tis the west explains The east; 'tis time unfolds Eternity.
I am tired of looking on what is, One might as well see beauty never more, As look upon it with an empty eye. I would this world were over. I am tired.
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die. The sun insists on gladness; but at night, When he is gone, poor Nature loves to weep.
Stars which stand as thick as dewdrops on the field of heaven.
The sun, centre and sire of light, The keystone of the world-built arch of heaven.
Ask not of me, love, what is love? Ask what is good of God above; Ask of the great sun what is light; Ask what is darkness of the night; Ask sin of what may be forgiven; Ask what is happiness of heaven; Ask what is folly of the crowd; Ask what is fashion of the shroud; Ask what is sweetness of thy kiss; Ask of thyself what beauty is.
The value of a thought cannot be told.
How slight a chance may raise or sink a soul!
Thou art a woman, And that is saying the best and worst of thee.
Fulfill thy fate! Be-do-bear-and thank God.
Naught but God Can satisfy the soul.
America, thou half-brother of the world; with something good and bad of every land.
Grief hallows hearts, even while it ages heads.
We must not pluck death from the Maker's hand.
Music tells no truths.
Evil and good are God's right hand and left.
There is no surer mark of the absence of the highest moral and intellectual qualities than a cold reception of excellence.
The temples perish, but the God still lives.
Could I love less, I should be happier now.
We love and live in power; it is the spirit's end. Mind must subdue; to conquer is its life.
The goodness of the heart is shown in deeds Of peacefulness and kindness. Hand and heart Are one thing with the good, as thou should'st be. Do my words trouble thee? then treasure them, Pain overgot gives peace, as death doth Heaven. All things that speak of Heaven speak of peace.
I cannot love as I have loved, And yet I know not why; It is the one great woe of life To feel all feeling die.
Envy's a coal comes hissing hot from Hell.
Death is another life.
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