Be thy sleep Silent as night is, and as deep.
Time, like a preacher in the days of the Puritans, turned the hour-glass on his high pulpit, the church belfry.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!
The nimble lie Is like the second-hand upon a clock; We see it fly; while the hour-hand of truth Seems to stand still, and yet it moves unseen, And wins, at last, for the clock will not strike Till it has reached the goal.
To-morrow! the mysterious, unknown guest, Who cries to me: "Remember Barmecide, And tremble to be happy with the rest." And I make answer: "I am satisfied; I dare not ask; I know not what is best; God hath already said what shall betide.
They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more!
The air of summer was sweeter than wine.
If we could read the secret history of our enemies.
How in the turmoil of life can love stand, Where there is not one heart, and one mouth and one hand.
By the shores of Gitchee Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood the wigwam of Nokomis, Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis, Dark behind it rose the forest, Rose the black and gloomy pine-trees, Rose the firs with cones upon them; Bright before it beat the water, Beat the clear and sunny water, Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water.
But the great Master said, "I see No best in kind, but in degree; I gave a various gift to each, To charm, to strengthen, and to teach".
Think not because no man sees, such things will remain unseen.
Love is sunshine, hate is shadow, Life is checkered shade and sunshine.
Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood.
Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead.
The foods that prolong life and increase purity, vigour, health, cheerfulness, and happiness are those that are delicious, soothing, substantial and agreeable... Foods that are bitter, sour, salt, over-hot, pungent, dry and burning produce unhappiness, repentance and disease.
Out of the shadows of night The world rolls into light.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting.
A noble type of good. Heroic womanhood.
I saw the long line of the vacant shore, The sea-weed and the shells upon the sand, And the brown rocks left bare on every hand, As if the ebbing tide would flow no more.
Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.
The air is full of farewells to the dying. And mournings for the dead.
The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain.
The greatest firmness is the greatest mercy.
All things come round to him who will but wait.
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