Top quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together. Votes: 40

The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service. Votes: 37

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence. Votes: 30

The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts. Votes: 28

The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they, while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night. Votes: 26

Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody. Votes: 26

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind. Votes: 24

Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning - an endeavor to find our place on a cloudy sea by measuring the distance we have run, but without any observation of the heavenly bodies. Votes: 21

Music is the universal language of mankind. Votes: 20

The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art. Votes: 19

Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit. Votes: 18

The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books. Votes: 16

The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well, and doing well whatever you do without thought of fame. If it comes at all it will come because it is deserved, not because it is sought after. Votes: 15

Lives of great men all remind us, we can make our lives sublime, and, departing, leave behind us, footprints on the sands of time. Votes: 13

Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose. Votes: 12

Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are. Votes: 12

I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets. Votes: 12

However things may seem, no evil thing is success and no good thing is failure. Votes: 11

People demand freedom only when they have no power. Votes: 10

The nearer the dawn the darker the night. Votes: 9

Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom. Votes: 9

Ambition is so powerful a passion in the human breast, that however high we reach we are never satisfied. Votes: 8

We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done. Votes: 7

If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody. Votes: 7

All things must change to something new, to something strange. Votes: 7

The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain. Votes: 6

Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat. Votes: 6

For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art. Votes: 6

As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical. Votes: 5

The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day. Votes: 4

Love gives itself; it is not bought. Votes: 0

The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds. Votes: 0

All things come round to him who will but wait. Votes: 0

Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions. Votes: 0

Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart. Votes: 0

The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized. Votes: 0

Build today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure. Shall tomorrow find its place. Votes: 0

It is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they think no evil of the object loved. Votes: 0

A torn jacket is soon mended, but hard words bruise the heart of a child. Votes: 0

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;Thy fate is the common fate of all,Into each life some rain must fall Votes: 0

Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate. Votes: 0

I have you fast in my fortress,And will not let you depart,But put you down into the dungeonIn the round-tower of my heart.And there will I keep you forever,Yes, forever and a day,Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,And moulder in dust away. Votes: 0

As Unto the bow the the cord is ,So unto the man is woman;Though she bends him, she obeys him,Though she draws him , yet she follows:Useless each without the other. Votes: 0

Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words, and Kind deeds." Votes: 0

The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,And all the sweet serenity of books" Votes: 0

He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels." Votes: 0

Then followed that beautiful season... Summer....Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscapeLay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood." Votes: 0

Poor, deluded Shawondasee! 'T was no woman that you gazed at, 'T was no maiden that you sighed for, 'T was the prairie dandelion That through all the dreamy Summer You had gazed at with such longing, You had sighed for with such passion, And had puffed away forever, Blown into the air with sighing. Ah! deluded Shawondasee!" Votes: 0

Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts." Votes: 0

Its reward is in the doing,And the rapture of pursuingIs the prize" Votes: 0

At first laying down, as a fact fundamental, That nothing with God can be accidental. Votes: 0

Every man has a paradise around him till he sins, and the angel of an accusing conscience drives him from his Eden. Votes: 0

Perhaps there lives some dreamy boy, untaught In schools, some graduate of the field or street, Who shall become a master of art, An admiral sailing the high seas of thought Fearless and first, and steering with his fleet For lands not yet laid down in any chart. Votes: 0

A coquette is a young lady of more beauty than sense, more accomplishments than learning, more charms not person than graces of mind, more admirers than friends, mole fools than wise men for attendants. Votes: 0

Talk not of wasted affection - affection never was wasted. Votes: 0

With many readers, brilliancy of style passes for affluence of thought; they mistake buttercups in the grass for immeasurable gold mines under ground. Votes: 0

At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach, A fisherman stood aghast, To see the form of a maiden fair, Lashed close to a drifting mast. Votes: 0

In the long run men hit only what they aim at. Votes: 0

The prayer of Ajax was for light. Votes: 0

To be seventy years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the deep valley stretching miles and miles away, and before you other summits higher and whiter, which you may have strength to climb, or may not. Then you sit down and meditate and wonder which it will be. Votes: 0

Like black hulks the shadows of the great trees ride at anchor on the billowy sea of grass. Votes: 0

.... Anon from the castle walls The crescent banner falls, And the crowd beholds instead, Like a portent in the sky, Iskander's banner fly, The Black Eagle with double head. And shouts ascend on high .....'' Long live Scanderbeg. Votes: 0

In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer. Votes: 0

As great Pythagoras of yore, Standing beside the blacksmith's door, And hearing the hammers, as they smote The anvils with a different note, Stole from the varying tones, that hung Vibrant on every iron tongue, The secret of the sounding wire. And formed the seven-chorded lyre. Votes: 0

Sweet April! many a thought Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed; Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought, Life's golden fruit is shed. Votes: 0

I feel a kind of reverence for the first books of young authors. There is so much aspiration in them, so much audacious hope and trembling fear, so much of the heart's history, that all errors and shortcomings are for a while lost sight of in the amiable self assertion of youth. Votes: 0

Saint Augustine! well hast thou said, That of our vices we can frame A ladder, if we will but tread Beneath our feet each deed of shame. Votes: 0

Whatever hath been written shall remain, Nor be erased nor written o'er again; The unwritten only still belongs to thee: Take heed, and ponder well what that shall be. Votes: 0

I have a passion for ballad. . . . They are the gypsy children of song, born under green hedgerows in the leafy lanes and bypaths of literature,--in the genial Summertime. Votes: 0

I know not how it is, but during a voyage I collect books as a ship does barnacles. Votes: 0

Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies. By dropping golden beads near a snake, a crow once managed To have a passer-by kill the snake for the beads. Votes: 0

The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain. Votes: 0

But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. Votes: 0

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak. Votes: 0

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. Votes: 0

The picture that approaches sculpture nearest Is the best picture. Votes: 0

The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, the taste and stain from the lees of the vat. Votes: 0

When you ask one friend to dine, Give him your best wine! When you ask two, The second best will do! Votes: 0

Don Quixote thought he could have made beautiful bird-cages and toothpicks if his brain had not been so full of ideas of chivalry. Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions. Votes: 0

Not chance of birth or place has made us friends, Being oftentimes of different tongues and nations, But the endeavor for the selfsame ends, With the same hopes, and fears, and aspirations. Votes: 0

Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone. Votes: 0

If the mind, that rules the body, ever so far forgets itself as to trample on its slave, the slave is never generous enough to forgive the injury, but will rise and smite the oppressor. Votes: 0

I love an author the more for having been himself a lover of books. Votes: 0

It is true, that it is not at all necessary to love many books, in order to love them much. Votes: 0

Bell, thou soundest merrily, When the bridal party To the church doth hie! Bell, thou soundest solemnly, When, on Sabbath morning, Fields deserted lie! Votes: 0

The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone. Votes: 0

A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child. Votes: 0

Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the surface Is as the tossing buoy, that betrays where the anchor is hidden. Votes: 0

The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full of flowers. Votes: 0

I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Votes: 0

All the means of action -- the shapeless masses -- the materials -- lie everywhere about us. What we need is the celestial fire to change the flint into the transparent crystal, bright and clear. That fire is genius. Votes: 0

Now to rivulets from the mountains Point the rods of fortune-tellers; Youth perpetual dwells in fountains, Not in flasks, and casks, and cellars. Votes: 0

Some poems are like the Centaurs--a mingling of man and beast, and begotten of Ixion on a cloud. Votes: 0

Sweet is the air with the budding haws, and the valley stretching for miles below Is white with blossoming cherry-trees, as if just covered with lighted snow. Votes: 0

Under a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. Votes: 0

Shepherds at the grange, Where the Babe was born, Sang with many a change, Christmas carols until morn. Votes: 0

Great men stand like solitary towers in the city of God. Votes: 0

Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat. Votes: 0

Beautiful in form and feature, lovely as the day, can there be so fair a creature formed of common clay? Votes: 0

Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak. Votes: 0

We have not wings we cannot soar; but, we have feet to scale and climb, by slow degrees, by more and more, the cloudy summits of our time. Votes: 0

He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce. Votes: 0

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad. Votes: 0

The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken. Votes: 0

It was a high counsel that I once heard given to a young person, "Always do what you are afraid to do."The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken. Votes: 0

As I gaze upon the sea! All the old romantic legends, all my dreams, come back to me. Votes: 0

Tis always morning somewhere. Votes: 0

The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide. Votes: 0

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. Votes: 0

There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings. Votes: 0

A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books. Votes: 0

Oh, how beautiful is the summer night, which is not night, but a sunless, yet unclouded, day, descending upon earth with dews and shadows and refreshing coolness! How beautiful the long mild twilight, which, like a silver clasp, unites today with yesterday! Votes: 0

The country is lyric, the town dramatic. When mingled, they make the most perfect musical drama. Votes: 0

I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn. Votes: 0

Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author. Votes: 0

Even the blackest of them all, the crow, Renders good service as your man-at-arms, Crushing the beetle in his coat of mail. And crying havoc on the slug and snail. Votes: 0

O ye dead Poets, who are living still Immortal in your verse, though life be fled, And ye, O living Poets, who are dead Though ye are living, if neglect can kill, Tell me if in the darkest hours of ill, With drops of anguish falling fast and red From the sharp crown of thorns upon your head, Ye were not glad your errand to fulfill? Votes: 0

Then from the neighboring thicket the mocking-bird, wildest of singers, Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o'er the water, Shook from his little throat such floods of delirious music, That the whole air and the woods and the waves seemed silent to listen. Votes: 0

The things that have been and shall be no more, The things that are, and that hereafter shall be, The things that might have been, and yet were not, The fading twilight of joys departed. Votes: 0

Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time. Votes: 0

Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it. Votes: 0

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun. Votes: 0

It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar. Votes: 0

All your strength in is your union. All your danger is in discord. Therefore be at peace henceforward, And as brothers live together. Votes: 0

Then followed that beautiful season... Summer.... Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood. Votes: 0

All was silent as before - All silent save the dripping rain. Votes: 0

This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest. Votes: 0

Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Votes: 0

Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy. Votes: 0

Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days That are no more, and shall no more return. Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to bed; I stay a little longer, as one stays To cover up the embers that still burn. Votes: 0

The emigrant's way o'er the western desert is mark'd by Camp-fires long consum'd and bones that bleach in the sunshine. Votes: 0

Think of your woods and orchards without birds! Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams As in an idiot's brain remembered words Hang empty 'mid the cobwebs of his dreams! Votes: 0

No endeavour is in vain; Its reward is in the doing. Votes: 0

Each morning sees some task begin, each evening sees it close. Votes: 0

Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all. Votes: 0

The trees are white with dust, that o'er their sleep Wave their broad curtains in the south-wind's breath, While underneath such leafy tents they keep The long, mysterious Exodus of Death. Votes: 0

When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music. Votes: 0

Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start. Votes: 0

Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny. Votes: 0

The pleasant books, that silently among Our household treasures take familiar places, And are to us as if a living tongue Spake from the printed leaves or pictured faces! Votes: 0

There rises the moon, broad and tranquil, through the branches of a walnut tree on a hill opposite. I apostrophize it in the words of Faust; "O gentle moon, that lookest for the last time upon my agonies!" --or something to that effect. Votes: 0

The greatest firmness is the greatest mercy. Votes: 0

Gorgeous flowerets in the sunlight shining, Blossoms flaunting in the eye of day, Tremulous leaves, with soft and silver lining, Buds that open only to decay. Votes: 0

The smoking flax before it burst to flame Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed. Votes: 0

The student has his Rome, his Florence, his whole glowing Italy, within the four walls of his library. He has in his books the ruins of an antique world and the glories of a modern one. Votes: 0

We waste our best years in distilling the sweetest flowers of life into potions which, after all, do not immortalize, but only intoxicate. Votes: 0

See yonder fire! It is the moon slow rising o'er the eastern hill. It glimmers on the forest tips, and through the dewy foliage drips In little rivulets of light, and makes the heart in love with night. Votes: 0

He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels. Votes: 0

Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels. Votes: 0

That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain. Votes: 0

Among the noblest in the land - Though man may count himself the least - That man I honor and revere, Who without favor, without fear, In the great city dares to stand, The friend of every friendless beast. Votes: 0

What discord we should bring into the universe if our prayers were all answered. Then we should govern the world and not God. And do you think we should govern it better? It gives me only pain when I hear the long, wearisome petitions of people asking for they know not what. . . . Thanks-giving with a full heart-and the rest silence and submission to the divine will! Votes: 0

It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong. Votes: 0

When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star He left the gates of Heaven ajar. Votes: 0

Very hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows. Votes: 0

Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike. Votes: 0

A stiff letter galls one like a stiff shirt collar -- whilst a sheet garnished here and there with a careless blot -- and here and there a dash -- but in the main full of excellent matter, is like a clever fellow in a dirty shirt whom we value for the good humour he brings with him and not for the garb he wears. Votes: 0

O summer day beside the joyous sea! O summer day so wonderful and white, So full of gladness and so full of pain! Forever and forever shalt thou be To some the gravestone of a dead delight, To some the landmark of a new domain. Votes: 0

A Lady with a Lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood. Votes: 0

Many have genius, but, wanting art, are forever dumb. The two must go together to form the great poet, painter, or sculptor. Votes: 0

The spirit-world around this world of sense Floats like an atmosphere, and everywhere Wafts through these earthly mists and vapours dense A vital breath of more ethereal air. Votes: 0

Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. Votes: 0

It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanes and roofs of villages, on woodland crests and their aerial neighborhoods of nests deserted, on the curtained window-panes of rooms where children sleep, on country lanes and harvest-fields, its mystic splendor rests. Votes: 0

Buried was the bloody hatchet; Buried was the dreadful war-club; Buried were all warlike weapons, And the war-cry was forgotten. Then was peace among the nations. Votes: 0

History casts its shadow far into the land of song. Votes: 0

Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe. Votes: 0

If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility. Votes: 0

A thought often makes us hotter than a fire. Votes: 0

Time, like a preacher in the days of the Puritans, turned the hour-glass on his high pulpit, the church belfry. Votes: 0

Winter giveth the fields, and the trees so old, their beards of icicles and snow. Votes: 0

Where, twisted round the barren oak, The summer vine in beauty clung, And summer winds the stillness broke, The crystal icicle is hung. Votes: 0

Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions. Votes: 0

Let us then, be up and doing. Votes: 0

Nor deem the irrevocable Past As wholly wasted, wholly vain, If, rising on its wrecks, at last To something nobler we attain. Votes: 0

This will be a great day in our history; the date of a New Revolution - quite as much needed as the old one. Even now as I write they are leading old John Brown to execution in Virginia for attempting to rescue slaves! This is sowing the wind to reap the whirlwind which will come soon! Votes: 0

To say the least, a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgment of others. Votes: 0

The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes. Votes: 0

Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words, and Kind deeds. Votes: 0

Patience; accomplish thy labor; accomplish thy work of affection! Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike. Therefore accomplish thy labor of love, till the heart is made godlike, Purified, strengthened, perfected, and rendered more worthy of heaven. Votes: 0

The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone. Shadows of evening fall around us, and the world seems but a dim reflection - itself a broader shadow. We look forward into the coming lonely night. The soul withdraws into itself. Then stars arise, and the night is holy. Votes: 0

How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams with its illusions, aspirations, dreams! Book of Beginnings, Story without End, Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend! Votes: 0

Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart. Votes: 0

And the wind plays on those great sonorous harps, the shrouds and masts of ships. Votes: 0

What child has a heart to sing in this capricious clime of ours, when spring comes sailing in from the sea, with wet and heavy cloud-sails and the misty pennon of the east-wind nailed to the mast. Votes: 0

If a woman shows too often the Medusa's head, she must not be astonished if her lover is turned into stone. Votes: 0

They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast, And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest. Votes: 0

Midnight! the outpost of advancing day! The frontier town and citadel of night! Votes: 0

Every author has the whole past to contend with; all the centuries are upon him. He is compared with Homer, Dante, Shakespeare, Milton. Votes: 0

If we love one another, nothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances may happen. Votes: 0

A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Votes: 0

He had mittens, Minjekahwun, Magic mittens made of deer-skin; When upon his hands he wore them, He could smite the rocks asunder, He could grind them into powder. Votes: 0

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls; The day returns, but nevermore Returns the traveler to the shore, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Votes: 0

Be noble in every thought And in every deed! Votes: 0

My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me. Votes: 0

Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age. Votes: 0

Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend. Votes: 0

The soul never grows old. Votes: 0

Youth comes but once in a lifetime. Votes: 0

Trust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act -- act in the living Present! Heart within and God overhead. Votes: 0

They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer. Votes: 0

The everyday cares and duties, which men call drudgery, are the weights and counterpoises of the clock of time, giving its pendulum a true vibration and its hands a regular motion; and when they cease to hang upon its wheels, the pendulum no longer swings, the hands no longer move the clock stands still. Votes: 0

Sculpture is more than painting. It is greater To raise the dead to life than to create Phantoms that seem to live. Votes: 0

The secret studies of an author are the sunken piers upon which is to rest the bridge of his fame, spanning the dark waters of oblivion. They are out of sight, but without them no superstructure can stand secure. Votes: 0

If the great Captain of Plymouth is so very eager to wed me, Why does he not come himself, and take the trouble to woo me? If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning! Votes: 0

Peace! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise. Votes: 0

To be infatuated with the power of one's own intellect is an accident which seldom happens but to those who are remarkable for the want of intellectual power. Whenever Nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit. Votes: 0

That was the first sound in the song of love! Scarce more than silence is, and yet a sound. Hands of invisible spirits touch the strings Of that mysterious instrument, the soul, And play the prelude of our fate. We hear The voice prophetic, and are not alone. Votes: 0

The history of the past is a mere puppet-show. A little man comes out and blows a little trumpet, and goes in again. You look for something new, and lo! another little man comes out, and blows another little trumpet, and goes in again. And it is all over. Votes: 0

It was Autumn, and incessant Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves, And, like living coals, the apples Burned among the withering leaves. Votes: 0

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Votes: 0

Into each life some rain must fall. Votes: 0

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain. Votes: 0

The day is dark and cold and dreary; it rains, and the wind is never weary. Votes: 0

Many readers judge of the power of a book by the shock it gives their feelings - as some savage tribes determine the power of muskets by their recoil; that being considered best which fairly prostrates the purchaser. Votes: 0

There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. Votes: 0

To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution. Votes: 0

Resolve and thou art free. Votes: 0

All nature ... is a respiration Of the Spirit of God, who, in breathing hereafter Will inhale it into his bosom again, So that nothing but God alone will remain. Votes: 0

Nature is a revelation of God; Art a revelation of man. Votes: 0

This is the place. Stand still, my steed,- Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that once have been. Votes: 0

Two ways the rivers Leap down to different seas, and as they roll Grow deep and still, and their majestic presence Becomes a benefaction to the towns They visit, wandering silently among them, Like patriarchs old among their shining tents. Votes: 0

The twilight that surrounds the border-land of old romance. Votes: 0

After a day of cloud and wind and rain Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again, And touching all the darksome woods with light, Smiles on the fields until they laugh and sing, Then like a ruby from the horizon's ring, Drops down into the night. Votes: 0

What else remains for me? Youth, hope and love; To build a new life on a ruined life. Votes: 0

Youth, hope, and love: To build a new life on a ruined life, To make the future fairer than the past, And make the past appear a troubled dream. Votes: 0

Give what you have to somebody, it may be better than you think. Votes: 0

The greatest firmness is the greatest mercy Votes: 0

.Be still, sad heart, and cease repining; Behind the clouds the sun is shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary. Votes: 0

Being all fashioned of the self-same dust, let us be merciful as well as just Votes: 0

Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author Votes: 0

Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find Votes: 0

Perserverence is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody. Votes: 0

Kita menilai diri kita sendiri dari segala sesuatu yang kita rasa mampu kita lakukan,Sedangkan orang lain menilai kita dari apa yang telah kita lakukan. Votes: 0

For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain. Votes: 0

Straight between them ran the pathway,Never grew the grass upon it Votes: 0

I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart Votes: 0

Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face. Votes: 0

The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,And all the sweet serenity of books Votes: 0

One if by land, two if by sea. Votes: 0

Resolve, and thou art free. But breathe the airOf mountains, and their unapproachable summitsWill lift thee to the level of themselves. Votes: 0

By the shores of Gitche 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. Votes: 0

And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day,Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,and silently steal away. Votes: 0

Tell me not in mournful numbers,Life is but an empty dream!For the soul is dead that slumbers,And things are not what they seem.Life is real! Life is earnest!And the grave is not its goal;Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest,Was not spoken of the soul. Votes: 0

Day of the Lord, as all our days should be! Votes: 0

The Mormons make the marriage ring, like the ring of Saturn, fluid, not solid, and keep it in its place by numerous satellites. Votes: 0

So disasters come not singly; But as if they watched and waited, Scanning one another's motions, When the first descends, the others Follow, follow, gathering flock-wiseRound their victim, sick and wounded, First a shadow, then a sorrow, Till the air is dark with anguish. Votes: 0

Autumn arrives like a warrior with the stain of blood upon his brazen mail. His crimson scarf is rent. His scarlet banner drips with gore. His step is like a flail upon the threshing floor. Votes: 0

Mine is the Month of Roses; yes, and mine The Month of Marriages! All pleasant sights And scents, the fragrance of the blossoming vine, The foliage of the valleys and the heights. Mine are the longest days, the loveliest nights; The mower's scythe makes music to my ear; I am the mother of all dear delights; I am the fairest daughter of the year. Votes: 0

My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea Votes: 0

The hearts of some women tremble like leaves at every breath of love which reaches them, and they are still again. Others, like the ocean, are moved only by the breath of a storm, and not so easily lulled to rest. Votes: 0

The morrow was a bright September morn; The earth was beautiful as if newborn; There was nameless splendor everywhere, That wild exhilaration in the air, Which makes the passers in the city street Congratulate each other as they meet. Votes: 0

There's not a ship that sails the ocean, But every climate, every soil, Must bring its tribute, great or small, And help to build the wooden wall! Votes: 0

Build me straight. O worthy Master! Staunch and strong, a goodly vessel That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle! Votes: 0

You know I say just what I think, and nothing more and less. I cannot say one thing and mean another. Votes: 0

God sent his Singers upon earth With songs of sadness and of mirth, That they might touch the hearts of men, And bring them back to heaven again. Votes: 0

With useless endeavour Forever, forever, Is Sisyphus rolling His stone up the mountain! Votes: 0

Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose. Votes: 0

O thou child of many prayers! Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares! Care and age come unawares! Votes: 0

Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares! Votes: 0

Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. Votes: 0

See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away Over the snowy peaks! Votes: 0

The swallow is come! The swallow is come! O, fair are the seasons, and light Are the days that she brings, With her dusky wings, And her bosom snowy white! Votes: 0

Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. Votes: 0

Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion. Votes: 0

There are things of which I may not speak; There are dreams that cannot die; There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak, And bring a pallor into the cheek, And a mist before the eye. Votes: 0

Where should the scholar live? In solitude, or in society? in the green stillness of the country, where he can hear the heart of Nature beat, or in the dark, gray town where he can hear and feel the throbbing heart of man? Votes: 0

Know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong. Votes: 0

What is time? The shadow on the dial, the striking of the clock, the running of the sand, day and night, summer and winter, months, years, centuries-these are but arbitrary and outward signs, the measure of Time, not Time itself. Time is the Life of the Soul. Votes: 0

Gone are the living, but the dead remain, And not neglected; for a hand unseen, Scattering its bounty like a summer rain, Still keeps their graves and their remembrance green. Votes: 0

O lovely eyes of azure, Clear as the waters of a brook that run Limpid and laughing in the summer sun! Votes: 0

Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week. Votes: 0

Man is always more than he can know of himself; consequently, his accomplishments, time and again, will come as a surprise to him. Votes: 0

There's nothing in this world so sweet as love. And next to love the sweetest thing is hate. Votes: 0

All things are symbols: the external shows Of Nature have their image in the mind , As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves. Votes: 0

Your silent tents of green We deck with fragrant flowers; Yours has the suffering been, The memory shall be ours. Votes: 0

Never idle a moment, but thrifty and thoughtful of others. Votes: 0

The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Votes: 0

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. Votes: 0

Ah me! what wonder-working, occult science Can from the ashes in our hearts once more The rose of youth restore? What craft of alchemy can bid defiance To time and change, and for a single hour Renew this phantom-flower? Votes: 0

In ourselves are triumph and defeat. Votes: 0

Trouble is the next best thing to enjoyment; there is no fate in the world so horrible as to have no share in either its joys or sorrows. Votes: 0

When thou are not pleased, beloved, Then my heart is sad and darkened, As the shining river darkens When the clouds drop shadows on it! When thou smilest, my beloved, Then my troubled heart is brightened, As in sunshine gleam the ripples That the cold wind makes in rivers. Votes: 0

How in the turmoil of life can love stand, Where there is not one heart, and one mouth and one hand. Votes: 0

For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day. Votes: 0

The sun is set; and in his latest beams Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold, Slowly upon the amber air unrolled, The falling mantle of the Prophet seems. Votes: 0

The twilight is sad and cloudy, The wind blows wild and free, And like the wings of sea-birds Flash the white caps of the sea. Votes: 0

Thou shalt learn The wisdom early to discern True beauty in utility. Votes: 0

There is no flock, however watched and tended, but one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside howsoe'er defended, but has one vacant chair. Votes: 0

Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon Like a magician extended his golden want o'er the landscape; Trinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together. Votes: 0

The human voice is the organ of the soul. Votes: 0

Then read from the treasured volume the poem of thy choice, and lend to the rhyme of the poet the beauty of thy voice. Votes: 0

How wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul. The intellect of man is enthroned visibly on his forehead and in his eye, and the heart of man is written on his countenance, but the soul, the soul reveals itself in the voice only. Votes: 0

Races, better than we, have leaned on her wavering promise, Having naught else but Hope. Votes: 0

Time rides with the old At a great pace. As travellers on swift steeds See the near landscape fly and flow behind them, While the remoter fields and dim horizons Go with them, and seem wheeling round to meet them, So in old age things near us slip away, And distant things go with us. Votes: 0

The world loves a spice of wickedness. Votes: 0

Chill air and wintry winds! My ear has grown familiar with your song; I hear it in the opening year, I listen, and it cheers me long. Votes: 0

A noble type of good. Heroic womanhood. Votes: 0

Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find. Votes: 0

Many critics are like woodpeckers, who, instead of enjoying the fruit and shadow of a tree, hop incessantly around the trunk, pecking holes in the bark to discover some little worm or other. Votes: 0

If I am not worth the wooing, I am surely not worth the winning. Votes: 0

I am weary of your quarrels, Weary of your wars and bloodshed, Weary of your prayers for vengeance, Of your wranglings and dissensions Votes: 0

In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity. Votes: 0

Something attempted, something done, Has earned a nights repose. Votes: 0

"Do not fear! Heaven is as near," He said, "by water as by land!" Votes: 0

...for it is the fate of a woman Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless, Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence. Hence is the inner life of so many suffering women Sunless and silent and deep, like subterranean rivers Runnng through caverns of darkness... Votes: 0

A boy's will is the wind's will, and the thought's of youth are long, long thoughhts Votes: 0

A boy's will is the wind's will. Votes: 0

A great sorrow, like a mariner's quadrant, brings the sun at noon down to the horizon, and we learn where we are on the sea of life. Votes: 0

A handful of red sand from the hot clime Of Arab deserts brought, Within this glass becomes the spy of Time, The minister of Thought. Votes: 0

A life that is worth writing at all is worth writing minutely. Votes: 0

A man must be of a very quiet and happy nature, who can long endure the country; and, moreover, very well contented with his own insignificant person. Votes: 0

A millstone and the human heart are driven ever round, If they have nothing else to grind, they must themselves be ground. Votes: 0

A sermon is no sermon in which I cannot hear the heartbeat. Votes: 0

A solid man of Boston; A comfortable man with dividends, And the first salmon and the first green peas. Votes: 0

A spirit of criticism, if indulged in, leads to a censoriousness of disposition that is destructive of all nobler feeling. The man who lives to find faults has a miserable mission. Votes: 0

A town that boasts inhabitants like me Can have no lack of good society. Votes: 0

A word that has been said may be unsaid-it is but air. But when a deed is done, it cannot be undone, nor can our thoughts reach out to all the mischiefs that may follow. Votes: 0

A young critic is like a boy with a gun; he fires at every living thing he sees. He thinks only of his own skill, not of the pain he is giving. Votes: 0

Ah! What would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before. Votes: 0

Ah, how skillful grows the hand That obeyeth Love's command! It is the heart, and not the brain, That to the highest doth attain, And he who followeth Love's behest Far excelleth all the rest! Votes: 0

Ah, how wonderful is the advent of the Spring!"”the great annual miracle.... which no force can stay, no violence restrain, like love, that wins its way and cannot be withstood by any human power, because itself is divine power. If Spring came but once in a century, instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake, and not in silence, what wonder and expectation would there be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change!... We are like children who are astonished and delighted only by the second-hand of the clock, not by the hour-hand. Votes: 0

Ah, the souls of those that die Are but sunbeams lifted higher. Votes: 0

Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest art of all the arts. Painting and sculpture are but images, Are merely shadows cast by outward things On stone or canvas, having in themselves No separate existence. Architecture, Existing in itself, and not in seeming A something it is not, surpasses them As substance shadow. Votes: 0

Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest of all the arts. Votes: 0

Ah, yes, the sea is still and deep, All things within its bosom sleep! A single step, and all is o'er, A plunge, a bubble, and no more. Votes: 0

Alas! it is not till time, with reckless hand, has torn out half the leaves from the Book of Human Life to light the fires of passion with from day to day, that man begins to see that the leaves which remain are few in number. Votes: 0

All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Votes: 0

All sense of hearing and of sight enfold in the serene delight and quietude of sleep. Votes: 0

All that is best in the great poets of all countries is not what is national in them, but what is universal. Votes: 0

All things are symbols. Votes: 0

All was ended now, the hope, and the fear and the sorrow, All the aching of the heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing, All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience! Votes: 0

All your strength is in union, all your danger is in discord. Votes: 0

An angel visited the green earth, and took a flower away. Votes: 0

And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters Votes: 0

And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever. Votes: 0

And in despair I bowed my head; "There is no peace on earth," I said; "For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!" Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: "God is not dead, nor doth he sleep! The Wrong shall fail, the Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men! Votes: 0

And in the wreck of noble lives Something immortal still survives. Votes: 0

And so we plough along, as the fly said to the ox. Votes: 0

And the bright faces of my young companions Are wrinkled like my own, or are no more. Votes: 0

And when she was good she was very very good. But when she was bad she was horrid. Votes: 0

And when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence. Votes: 0

Art is long, and Time is fleeting. Votes: 0

Art is the child of Nature. Votes: 0

Art is the child of Nature; yes, Her darling child, in whom we trace The features of the mother's face, Her aspect and her attitude, All her majestic loveliness Chastened and softened and subdued Into a more attractive grace, And with a human sense imbued. He is the greatest artist, then, Whether of pencil or of pen, Who follows Nature. Votes: 0

Art is the gift of God, and must be used unto His glory. Votes: 0

As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, half reluctant to be led, And leave his broken playthings on the floor. Still gazing at them through the open door, Nor wholly reassured and comforted By promises of others in their stead Which, the more splendid, may not please him more; So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so gently, that we go Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay, Being too full of sleep to understand How far the unknown transcends the what we know. Votes: 0

As the heart is, so is love to the heart. It partakes of its strength or weakness, its health or disease. Votes: 0

As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so change of studies a dull brain. Votes: 0

Authors have a greater right than any copyright, though it is generally unacknowledged or disregarded. They have a right to the reader's civility. There are favorable hours for reading a book, as for writing it, and to these the author has a claim. Yet many people think that when they buy a book they buy with it the right to abuse the author. Votes: 0

Authors must not, like Chinese soldiers, expect to win victories by turning somersets in the air. Votes: 0

Balder the Beautiful Is dead, is dead! Votes: 0

Be thy sleep Silent as night is, and as deep. Votes: 0

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining. Votes: 0

Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. Votes: 0

Big words do not smite like war-clubs, Boastful breath is not a bow-string, Taunts are not so sharp as arrows, Deeds are better things than words are, Actions mightier than boastings. Votes: 0

Books are sepulchres of thought. Votes: 0

Burn, O evening hearth, and waken Pleasant visions, as of old! Though the house by winds be shaken, Safe I keep this room of gold! Votes: 0

But ah! what once has been shall be no more! The groaning earth in travail and in pain Brings forth its races, but does not restore, And the dead nations never rise again. Votes: 0

But the good deed, through the ages Living in historic pages, Brighter grows and gleams immortal, Unconsumed by moth or rust. Votes: 0

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". Votes: 0

But the nearer the dawn the darker the night, And by going wrong all things come right. Things have been mended that were worse, and the the worse, the nearer they are to mend. Votes: 0

By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer morning, Hiawatha stood and waited. Votes: 0

By unseen hands uplifted in the light Of sunset, yonder solitary cloud Floats, with its white apparel blown abroad, And wafted up to heaven. Votes: 0

Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the latchets of his sandal shoon. Votes: 0

Dead he is not, but departed, for the artist never dies. Votes: 0

Death is better than disease. Votes: 0

Death is the chillness that precedes the dawn; We shudder for a moment, then awake In the broad sunshine of the other life. Votes: 0

Decide not rashly. The decision made Can never be recalled. The gods implore not, Plead not, solicit not; they only offer Choice and occasion, which once being passed Return no more. Dost thou accept the gift? Votes: 0

Defeat may be victory in disguise. Votes: 0

Difficulty on the way to victory is opportunity for God to work Votes: 0

Do not delay, Do not delay: the golden moments fly! Votes: 0

Does not all the blood within me Leap to meet thee, leap to meet thee, As the springs to meet the sunshine. Votes: 0

Don't cross the bridge til you come to it. Votes: 0

Dost thou know what a hero is? Why, a hero is as much as one should say, a hero. Votes: 0

Doubtless criticism was originally benignant, pointing out the beauties of a work rather that its defects. The passions of men have made it malignant, as a bad heart of Procreates turned the bed, the symbol of repose, into an instrument of torture. Votes: 0

Down sank the great red sun, and in golden, glimmering vapors Veiled the light of his face, like the Prophet descending from Sinai. Votes: 0

Dreams or illusions, call them what you will, they lift us from the commonplace of life to better things. Votes: 0

Each new epoch in life seems an encounter. There is a tussle and a cloud of dust, and we come out of it triumphant or crest-fallen, according as we have borne ourselves. Votes: 0

Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, to some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth, there are no birds in last year's nest! Votes: 0

Enthusiasm begets enthusiasm. Votes: 0

Even cities have their graves! Votes: 0

Even He that died for us upon the cross, in the last hour, in the unutterable agony of death, was mindful of His mother, as if to teach us that this holy love should be our last worldly thought - the last point of earth from which the soul should take its flight for heaven. Votes: 0

Every great poem is in itself limited by necessity, but in its suggestions unlimited and infinite. Votes: 0

Every human heart is human. Votes: 0

Every man has his secret sorrows... Votes: 0

Every man is in some sort a failure to himself. No one ever reaches the heights to which he aspires. Votes: 0

Every man must patiently bide his time. He must wait -- not in listless idleness but in constant, steady, cheerful endeavors, always willing and fulfilling and accomplishing his task, that when the occasion comes he may be equal to the occasion. Votes: 0

Everyone says that forgiveness is a lovely idea until he has something to forgive. Votes: 0

Evil is only good perverted. Votes: 0

Fair words gladden so many a heart. Votes: 0

Fame grows like a tree if it have the principle of growth in it; the accumulated dews of ages freshen its leaves. Votes: 0

Fear is the virtue of slaves; but the heart that loveth is willing. Votes: 0

For bells are the voice of the church; They have tones that touch and search The hearts of young and old. Votes: 0

For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Votes: 0

For in the night, unseen, a single warrior, In sombre harness mailed, Dreaded of man, and surnamed the Destroyer, The rampart wall has scaled. He passed into the chamber of the sleeper, The dark and silent room, And as he entered, darker grew, and deeper, The silence and the gloom. Votes: 0

For next to being a great poet is the power of understanding one. Votes: 0

For the structure that we raise, Time is with materials filled; Our to-days and yesterdays Are the blocks with which we build. Votes: 0

For 'tis sweet to stammer one letter Of the Eternal's language; - on earth it is called Forgiveness! Votes: 0

Fortune comes well to all that comes not late. Votes: 0

From dust thou art to dust returneth, was not spoken of the soul. Votes: 0

From labor there shall come forth rest. Votes: 0

Give what you have. To some one, it may be better than you dare to think. Votes: 0

God is not dead; nor doth He sleep; ... The wrong shall fail, The right prevail, With peace on earth, good will to men. Votes: 0

God sifted a whole nation that he might send choice grain over into this wilderness. Votes: 0

God's voice was not in the earthquake, Not in the fire, nor the storm, but it was in the whispering breezes. Votes: 0

Gone are the birds that were our summer guests. Votes: 0

Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending. Votes: 0

He looks the whole world in the face for he owes not any man. Votes: 0

Hope has as many lives as a cat or a king. Votes: 0

How absolute and omnipotent is the silence of night! And yet the stillness seems almost audible! From all the measureless depths of air around us comes a half-sound, a half-whisper, as if we could hear the crumbling and falling away of earth and all created things, in the great miracle of nature, decay and reproduction, ever beginning, never ending,--the gradual lapse and running of the sand in the great hour-glass of Time. Votes: 0

How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and the heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain! Votes: 0

How beautiful the silent hour, when morning and evening thus sit together, hand in hand, beneath the starless sky of midnight! Votes: 0

How can I teach your children gentleness and mercy to the weak, and reverence for life, which in its nakedness and excess, is still a gleam of God's omnipotence, when by your laws, your actions and your speech, you contradict the very things I teach? Votes: 0

How can I tell the signals and the signs By which one heart another heart divines? How can I tell the many thousand ways By which it keeps the secret it betrays? Votes: 0

How far the gulf-stream of our youth may flow Into the arctic regions of our lives, Where little else than life itself survives. Votes: 0

How like they are to human things! Votes: 0

I am more afraid of deserving criticism than of receiving it. Votes: 0

I am more afraid of deserving criticism than of receiving it. I stand in awe of my own opinion. The secret demerits of which we alone, perhaps, are conscious, are often more difficult to bear than those which have been publicly censured in us, and thus in some degree atoned for. Votes: 0

I am never indifferent, and never pretend to be, to what people say or think of my books. They are my children, and I like to have them liked. Votes: 0

I am the Angel of the Sun Whose flaming wheels began to run When God's almighty breath Said to the darkness and the Night, Let there be light! and there was light. Votes: 0

I dislike an eye that twinkles like a star. Those only are beautiful which, like the planets, have a steady lambent light, are luminous, but not sparkling. Votes: 0

I do not love thee less for what is done, And cannot be undone. Thy very weakness Hath brought thee nearer to me, and henceforth My love will have a sense of pity in it, Making it less a worship than before. Votes: 0

I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon, In the round-tower of my heart, And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in the dust away! Votes: 0

I hear the wind among the trees Playing the celestial symphonies; I see the branches downward bent, Like keys of some great instrument. Votes: 0

I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. Votes: 0

I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls The burial-ground God's-Acre! It is just; It consecrates each grave within its walls, And breathes a benison o'er the sleeping dust. Votes: 0

I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls, The burial-ground God's-Acre. Votes: 0

I love the season well When forest glades are teeming with bright forms, Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The coming of storms. Votes: 0

I love thee, as the good love heaven. Votes: 0

I promise myself great pleasure from my visit to England. You know I am to stay with Dickens while in London; and beside his own very agreeable society, I shall enjoy that of the most noted literary men of the day, which will be a great gratification to me. Votes: 0

I see, but cannot reach, the height That lies forever in the light. Votes: 0

I shot an arrow into the air, it fell to earth, I knew not where. Votes: 0

I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend. Votes: 0

I venerate old age; and I love not the man who can look without emotion upon the sunset of life, when the dusk of evening begins to gather over the watery eye, and the shadows of twilight grow broader and deeper upon the understanding. Votes: 0

I will be a man among men; and no longer a dreamer among shadows. Votes: 0

I will be a man among men; and no longer a dreamer among shadows. Henceforth be mine a life of action and reality! I will work in my own sphere, nor wish it other than it is. This alone is health and happiness. Votes: 0

If spring came but once a century instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake and not in silence, what wonder and expectation there would be in all the hearts to behold the miraculous change. Votes: 0

If we could read the secret history of our enemies, Votes: 0

If you once understand an author's character, the comprehension of his writings becomes easy. Votes: 0

If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it. Votes: 0

In December ring Every day the chimes; Loud the gleemen sing In the streets their merry rhymes. Let us by the fire Ever higher Sing them till the night expire! Votes: 0

In old age our bodies are worn-out instruments, on which the soul tries in vain to play the melodies of youth. But because the instrument has lost its strings, or is out of tune, it does not follow that the musician has lost his skill. Votes: 0

In the elder days of art Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part, For the Gods are everywhere Votes: 0

In the life of every man there are sudden transitions of feeling, which seem almost miraculous. At once, as if some magician had touched the heavens and the earth, the dark clouds melt into the air, the wind falls, and serenity succeeds the storm. The causes which produce these changes may have been long at work within us, but the changes themselves are instantaneous, and apparently without sufficient cause. Votes: 0

In the lives of the saddest of us, there are bright days like this, when we feel as if we could take the great world in our arms and kiss it. Then come the gloomy hours, when the fire will neither burn on our hearths nor in our hearts; and all without and within is dismal, cold, and dark. Believe me, every heart has its secret sorrows, which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad. Votes: 0

In the long, sleepless watches of the night, A gentle face the face of one long dead Looks at me from the wall, where round its head The night-lamp casts a halo of pale light. Votes: 0

In the mouths of many men soft words are like roses that soldiers put into the muzzles of their muskets on holidays. Votes: 0

In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Votes: 0

In what a forge and what a heat were shaped the anchors of thy hope! Fear not each sudden sound and shock; 'Tis of the wave and not the rock. Votes: 0

In youth all doors open outward; in old age all open inward. Votes: 0

Into a world unknown,-the corner-stone of a nation! Votes: 0

Is this is a dream? O, if it be a dream, Let me sleep on, and do not wake me yet! Votes: 0

It has done me good to be somewhat parched by the heat and drenched by the rain of life. Votes: 0

It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old. Votes: 0

It is curious to note the old sea-margins of human thought! Each subsiding century reveals some new mystery; we build where monsters used to hide themselves. Votes: 0

It is folly to pretend that one ever wholly recovers from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar. There are faces I can never look upon without emotion, there are names I can never hear spoken without almost starting. Votes: 0

It is Lucifer, The son of mystery; And since God suffers him to be, He too, is God's minister, And labors for some good By us not understood. Votes: 0

It is the heart and not the brain, That to the highest doth attain. Votes: 0

It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea. Votes: 0

Kind messages, that pass from land to land; Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history, In which we feel the pressure of a hand,-- One touch of fire,--and all the rest is mystery! Votes: 0

Learn to labour and to wait. Votes: 0

Let him not boast who puts his armor on as he who puts it off, the battle done. Votes: 0

Let nothing disturb thee, Nothing affright thee; All things are passing; God never changeth; Patient endurance Attaineth to all things; Who God possesseth In nothing is wanting; Alone God sufficeth. Votes: 0

Let the dead Past bury its dead! Votes: 0

Let us be merciful as well as just. Votes: 0

Let us labor for an inward stillness-- An inward stillness and an inward healing. That perfect silence where the lips and heart Are still, and we no longer entertain Our own imperfect thoughts and vain opinions, But God alone speaks to us and we wait In singleness of heart that we may know His will, and in the silence of our spirits, That we may do His will and do that only Votes: 0

Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate, Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait. Votes: 0

Let us, then, be what we are; speak what we think; and in all things keep ourselves loyal to truth. Votes: 0

Life is the gift of God, and is divine. Votes: 0

Life like an empty dream flits by. Votes: 0

Listen my children and you shall hear, Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere Votes: 0

Live up to the best that is in you: Live noble lives, as you all may, in whatever condition you may find yourselves. Votes: 0

Look at this vigorous plant that lifts its head from the meadow, See how its leaves are turned to the north, as true as the magnet; This is the compass-flower, that the finger of God has planted Here in the houseless wild, to direct the traveller's journey. Over the sea-like, pathless, limitless waste of the desert, Such in the soul of man is faith. Votes: 0

Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again. Votes: 0

Look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger. Votes: 0

Look, then, into thine heart, and write! Yes, into Life's deep stream! All forms of sorrow and delight, All solemn Voices of the Night, That can soothe thee, or affright, - Be these henceforth thy theme. (excerpt from "Voices of the Night") Votes: 0

Love contending with friendship, and self with each generous impulse. To and fro in his breast his thoughts were heaving and dashing, As in a foundering ship. Votes: 0

Love is a bodily shape; and Christian works are no more than animate faith and love, as flowers are the animate springtide. Votes: 0

Love is sunshine, hate is shadow, Life is checkered shade and sunshine. Votes: 0

Love is the root of creation; God's essence; worlds without number Lie in his bosom like children; he made them for this purpose only. Only to love and to be loved again. Votes: 0

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood. Votes: 0

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood; as the Emperors signed their names in green ink when under age, but when of age, in purple. Votes: 0

Magnificent autumn! He comes not like a pilgrim, clad in russet weeds; not like a hermit, clad in gray; but like a warrior with the stain of blood in his brazen mail. Votes: 0

Maiden, that read'st this simple rhyme, Enjoy thy youth, it will not stay; Enjoy the fragrance of thy prime, For oh, it is not always May! Votes: 0

Make not thyself the judge of any man. Votes: 0

Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice triumphs. Votes: 0

Many a poem is marred by a superfluous word. Votes: 0

Many people do not allow their principles to take root, but pull them up every now and then, as children do the flowers they have planted, to see if they are growing. Votes: 0

Many readers judge of the power of a book by the shock it gives their feelings. Votes: 0

Men are four; He who knows and knows not that he knows. He is asleep; wake him. He who knows not and knows not that he knows not. He is a fool; shun him. He who knows not and knows that he knows not. He is a child; teach him. He who knows and knows that he knows. He is a king; follow him. The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night. Votes: 0

Men should soon make up their minds to be forgotten, and look about them, or within them, for some higher motive in what they do than the approbation of men, which is fame, namely, their duty; that they should be constantly and quietly at work, each in his sphere, regardless of effects, and leaving their fame to take care of itself. Votes: 0

Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies. Votes: 0

More and more do I feel, as I advance in life, how little we really know of each other. Friendship seems to me like the touch of musical-glasses--it is only contact; but the glasses themselves, and their contents, remain quite distinct and unmingled. Votes: 0

More hearts are breaking in this world of ours Than one would say. In distant villages And solitudes remote, where winds have wafted The barbed seeds of love, or birds of passage Scattered them in their flight, do they take root, And grow in silence, and in silence perish. Votes: 0

Much must he toil who serves the Immortal Gods. Votes: 0

Music is the language spoken by angels. Votes: 0

My Book and Heart Shall never part. Votes: 0

My designs and labors and aspirations are my only friends. Votes: 0

My own thoughts Are my companions. Votes: 0

Nature paints not; In oils, but frescoes the great dome of heaven; With sunsets, and the lovely forms of clouds; And flying vapors. Votes: 0

Ne speaketh not; and yet there lies a conversation in his eyes. Votes: 0

No action, whether foul or fair, Is ever done, but it leaves somewhere A record, written by fingers ghostly, As a blessing or a curse, and mostly In the greater weakness or greater strength Of the acts which follow it. Votes: 0

No literature is complete until the language it was written in is dead. Votes: 0

No man is so poor as to have nothing worth giving. Votes: 0

No man is so poor as to have nothing worth giving; as well might the mountain streamlets say they have nothing to give the sea because they are not rivers. Give what you have. To someone it may be better than you dare to think. Votes: 0

No one is so accursed by fate, no one so utterly desolate, but some heart though unknown responds unto his own. Votes: 0

No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears. Votes: 0

Noble souls, through dust and heat, rise from disaster and defeat the stronger. Votes: 0

None but yourself who are your greatest foe. Votes: 0

Nothing is or can be accidental with God. Votes: 0

Nothing that is can pause or stay. Votes: 0

Nothing that is can pause or stay; / The moon will wax, the moon will wane, / The mist and cloud will turn to rain, / The rain to mist and cloud again, / Tomorrow be today. Votes: 0

Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest. Votes: 0

Nothing with God can be accidental. Votes: 0

O beautiful, awful summer day, what hast thou given, what taken away? Votes: 0

O flower-de-luce, bloom on, and let the river Linger to kiss thy feet! O flower of song, bloom on, and make forever The world more fair and sweet. Votes: 0

O gift of God! O perfect day: Whereon shall no man work, but play; Whereon it is enough for me, Not to be doing, but to be! Votes: 0

O holy trust! O endless sense of rest! Like the beloved John To lay his head upon the Saviour's breast, And thus to journey on! Votes: 0

O little feet! that such long years Must wander on through hopes and fears, Must ache and bleed beneath your load; I, nearer to the wayside inn Where toil shall cease and rest begin, Am weary, thinking of your road! Votes: 0

O little souls! as pure as white And crystalline as rays of light Direct from heaven, their source divine; Refracted through the mist of years, How red my setting sun appears, How lurid looks this soul of mine! Votes: 0

O lovely river of Yvette! O darling river! like a bride, Some dimpled, bashful, fair Lisette Thou goest to wed the Orge's tide. O lovely river Yvette! O darling stream! on balanced wings The wood-birds sang the chansonnette That here a wandering poet sings. Votes: 0

O Music! language of the soul, Of love, of God to man; Bright beam from heaven thrilling, That lightens sorrow's weight. Votes: 0

O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried! Votes: 0

O thou sculptor, painter, poet! Take this lesson to thy heart: That is best which lieth nearest; Shape from that thy work of art. Votes: 0

O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes! O drooping souls, whose destinies Are fraught with fear and pain, Ye shall be loved again. Votes: 0

O, though oft oppressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died! Votes: 0

Often times we call a man [or woman] cold when he [or she] is only sad. Votes: 0

Oh the long and dreary Winter! Oh the cold and cruel Winter! Votes: 0

Oh, what a glory doth this world put on, for him who with a fervent heart goes forth under the bright and glorious sky, and looks on duties well performed, and days well spent. Votes: 0

One half the world must sweat and groan that the other half may dream. Votes: 0

One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm For the country folk to be up and to arm. Votes: 0

Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and silence. Votes: 0

Our blossoms of passion, gay and luxuriant flowers, are bright and full of fragrance, but they beguile us and lead us astray, and their odor is deadly. Votes: 0

Our faith triumphant o'er our fears. Votes: 0

Our hearts are lamps for ever burning... Votes: 0

Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, our faith triumphant o'er our fears, are all with thee "“ are all with thee! Votes: 0

Our ingress into the world Was naked and bare; Our progress through the world Is trouble and care. Votes: 0

Our pleasures and our discontents, Are rounds by which we may ascend. Votes: 0

Out of the shdows of night The world rolls into light. Votes: 0

People of a lively imagination are generally curious, and always so when a little in love. Votes: 0

Perhaps the chief cause which has retarded the progress of poetry in America, is the want of that exclusive cultivation, which so noble a branch of literature would seem to require. Few here think of relying upon the exertion of poetic talent for a livelihood, and of making literature the profession of life. The bar or the pulpit claims the greater part of the scholar's existence, and poetry is made its pastime. Votes: 0

Perhaps the greatest lesson which the lives of literary men teach us is told in a single word* Wait! Votes: 0

Perseverance is a great element of success. Votes: 0

Prayer is innocence's friend; and willingly flieth incessant 'twist the earth and the sky, the carrier-pigeon of heaven. Votes: 0

Quotes about Life Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, and things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art; to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Votes: 0

Ripe in wisdom was he, but patient, and simple, and childlike. Votes: 0

Round about what is, lies a whole mysterious world of might be, a psychological romance of possibilities and things that do not happen. Votes: 0

Rule by patience, Laughing Water! Votes: 0

Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives whom we call dead. Votes: 0

Sail forth into the sea of life, O gentle, loving, trusting wife, And safe from all adversity Upon the bosom of that sea Thy comings and thy goings be! For gentleness and love and trust Prevail o'er angry wave and gust; And in the wreck of noble lives Something immortal still survives. Votes: 0

Sail on ship of state, sail on, I union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, with all its hopes of future years, is hanging on thy fate! Votes: 0

Sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great. Votes: 0

Sang in tones of deep emotion Songs of love and songs of longing. Votes: 0

Sculpture is more divine, and more like Nature, That fashions all her works in high relief, And that is Sculpture. This vast ball, the Earth, Was moulded out of clay, and baked in fire; Men, women, and all animals that breathe Are statues, and not paintings. Votes: 0

Silence and solitude, the soul's best friends. Votes: 0

Silence is a great peacemaker. Votes: 0

Simplicity in character, in manners, in style; in all things the supreme excellence is simplicity. Votes: 0

Simplicity is the character of the spring of life, costliness becomes its autumn; but a neatness and purity, like that of the snow-drop or lily of the valley, is the peculiar fascination of beauty, to which it lends enchantment, and gives what amiability is to the mind. Votes: 0

So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so gently, that we go, Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay, Being too full of sleep to understand How far the unknown transcends the what we know. Votes: 0

So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest. Votes: 0

Softly the evening came /with the sunset/. Votes: 0

Some critics are like chimney-sweepers; they put out the fire below, and frighten the swallows from their nests above; they scrape a long time in the chimney, cover themselves with soot, and bring nothing away but a bag of cinders, and then sing from the top of the house as if they had built it. Votes: 0

Some feelings are quite untranslatable; no language has yet been found for them. They gleam upon us beautifully through the dim twilight of fancy, and yet when we bring them close to us, and hold them up to the light of reason, lose their beauty all at once, as glow worms which gleam with such a spiritual light in the shadows of evening, when brought in where the candles are lighted, are found to be only worms like so many others. Votes: 0

Some must follow and some command, through all are made oclay. Votes: 0

Something the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow learn; Something with passion clasp, or perish And in itself to ashes burn. Votes: 0

Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues. Votes: 0

Southward with fleet of ice Sailed the corsair Death; Wild and fast blew the blast, And the east-wind was his breath. Votes: 0

Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet! Votes: 0

Stars of earth, these golden flowers; emblems of our own great resurrection; emblems of the bright and better land. Votes: 0

Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are the happiest, For those that wander they know not where Are full of trouble and full of care; To stay at home is best. Votes: 0

Still stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping.Under the humble walls of the little catholic churchyard,In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed;Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them,Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever,Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are busy,Thousands of toiling hands, where theirs have ceased from their labors,Thousands of weary feet, where theirs have completed their journey! Votes: 0

Success is not something to wait for, it is something to work for. Votes: 0

Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow! Christ save us all from a death like this, On the reef of Norman's Woe! Votes: 0

Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives, When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives, Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain, But never will be sung to us again, Is they remembrance. Now the hour of rest Hath come to thee. Sleep, darling: it is best. Votes: 0

Take them, O Death! and bear away Whatever thou canst call thine own! Thine image, stamped upon this clay, Doth give thee that, but that alone! Votes: 0

Take this sorrow to thy heart and make it part of thee, and it shall nourish thee till thou art strong again. Votes: 0

Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain. Votes: 0

Taste the joy That springs from labor. Votes: 0

Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! Votes: 0

That tree is very old, but I never saw prettier blossoms on it than it now bears. That tree grows new wood each year. Like that apple tree, I try to grow a new little wood each year. Votes: 0

The air is full of farewells to the dying. And mournings for the dead. Votes: 0

The air of summer was sweeter than wine. Votes: 0

The atmosphere breathes rest and comfort, and the many chambers seem full of welcomes. Votes: 0

The bells themselves are the best of preachers, Their brazen lips are learned teachers, From their pulpits of stone, in the upper air, Sounding aloft, without crack or flaw, Shriller than trumpets under the Law, Now a sermon and now a prayer. Votes: 0

The bravest are the tenderest. Votes: 0

The country is not priest-ridded, but press-ridden. Votes: 0

The course of my long life hath reached at last in fragile bark over a tempestuous sea the common harbor, where must rendered be account for all the actions of the past. Votes: 0

The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal. Votes: 0

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary. Votes: 0

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind in never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. Votes: 0

The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. Votes: 0

The day is done; and slowly from the scene the stooping sun upgathers his spent shafts, and puts them back into his golden quiver! Votes: 0

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. Votes: 0

The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, Kisses the blushing leaf. Votes: 0

The grave itself is but a covered bridge, Leading from light to light, through a brief darkness! Votes: 0

The great tragedy of the average man is that he goes to his grave with his music still in him. Votes: 0

The greatest grace of a gift, perhaps, is that it anticipates and admits of no return. Votes: 0

The happy should not insist too much upon their happiness in the presence of the unhappy. Votes: 0

The heaven of poetry and romance still lies around us and within us. Votes: 0

The highest exercise of imagination is not to devise what has no existence, but rather to perceive what really exists, though unseen by the outward eye-not creation, but insight. Votes: 0

The holiest of all holidays are those Kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart, When the full river of feeling overflows;- The happy days unclouded to their close; The sudden joys that our of darkness start As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart Like swallows singing down each wind that blows! Votes: 0

The holiest of holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart. Votes: 0

The lamps are lit, the fires burn bright. The house is full of life and light. Votes: 0

The Laws of Nature are just, but terrible. There is no weak mercy in them. Cause and consequence are inseparable and inevitable. Votes: 0

The Laws of Nature are just, but terrible. There is no weak mercy in them. Cause and consequence are inseparable and inevitable. The elements have no forbearance. The fire burns, the water drowns, the air consumes, the earth buries. And perhaps it would be well for our race if the punishment of crimes against the Laws of Man were as inevitable as the punishment of crimes against the Laws of Nature -were Man as unerring in his judgments as Nature. Votes: 0

The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark Votes: 0

The life of woman is full of woe, Toiling on and on and on, With breaking heart, and tearful eyes, The secret longings that arise, Which this world never satisfies! Some more, some less, but of the whole Not one quite happy, no, not one! Votes: 0

The little I have seen of the world teaches me to look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger. When I take the history of one poor heart that has sinned and suffered, and represent to myself the struggles and temptations it has passed through, the brief pulsations of joy, the feverish inquietude of hope and fear, the pressure of want, the desertion of friends, I would fain leave the erring soul of my fellow-man with Him from whose hand it came. Votes: 0

The low desire, the base design That makes another's virtues less. Votes: 0

The men that women marry, And why they marry them, will always be A marvel and a mystery to the world. Votes: 0

The mind of the scholar, if you would have it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds. It is better that his armor should be somewhat bruised by rude encounters even, than hang forever rusting on the wall. Votes: 0

The moon is hidden behind a cloud... On the leaves is a sound of falling rain... No other sounds than these I hear; The hour of midnight must be near... So many ghosts, and forms of fright, Have started from their graves to-night, They have driven sleep from mine eyes away: I will go down to the chapel and pray. Votes: 0

The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air. Votes: 0

The motives and purposes of authors are not always so pure and high, as, in the enthusiasm of youth, we sometimes imagine. To many the trumpet of fame is nothing but a tin horn to call them home, like laborers from, the field, at dinner-time, and they think themselves lucky to get the dinner. Votes: 0

The natural alone is permanent. Votes: 0

The natural alone is permanent. Fantastic idols may be worshipped for a while; but at length they are overturned by the continual and silent progress of Truth, as the grim statues of Copan have been pushed from their pedestals by the growth of forest-trees, whose seeds were sown by the wind in the ruined walls. Votes: 0

The Nile, forever new and old, Among the living and the dead, Its mighty, mystic stream has rolled. Votes: 0

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. Votes: 0

The poor too often turn away unheard, From hearts that shut against them with a sound That will be heard in heaven. Votes: 0

The sea hath its pearls The heaven hath its stars But my heart, my heart Has its love. Votes: 0

The secret anniversaries of the heart. Votes: 0

The sentence of the first murderer was pronounced by the Supreme Judge of the universe. Was it death? No, it was life. 'A fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth'; and 'Whosoever slayeth Cain, vengeance shall be taken on him sevenfold. Votes: 0

The shadows of the mind are like those of the body. In the morning of life they all lie behind us; at noon we trample them under foot; and in the evening they stretch long, broad, and deepening before us. Votes: 0

The soul...is audible, not visible. Votes: 0

The star of the unconquered will, He rises in my breast, Serene, and resolute, and still, And calm, and self-possessed. Votes: 0

The story, from beginning to end, I found again in a heart of a friend. Votes: 0

The sunshine fails, the shadows grow more dreary, And I am near to fall, infirm and weary. Votes: 0

The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken. Votes: 0

The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do, well. Votes: 0

The thoughts of Youth are long, long thoughts Votes: 0

The tragic element in poetry is like Saturn in alchemy, — the Malevolent, the Destroyer of Nature ; but without it no true Aurum Potabile, or Elixir of Life, can be made. Votes: 0

The true poet is a friendly man. He takes to his arms even cold and inanimate things, and rejoices in his heart. Votes: 0

The warriors that fought for their country, and bled, Have sunk to their rest; the damp earth is their bed; No stone tells the place where their ashes repose, Nor points out the spot from the graves of their foes. They died in their glory, surrounded by fame, And Victory's loud trump their death did proclaim; They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast, And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest. Votes: 0

The Wreck of the Hesperus But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Votes: 0

The young may die, but the old must! Votes: 0

Then fell upon the house a sudden gloom, a shadow on those features fair and thin. And softly, from the hushed and darkened room, two angels issued, where but one went in. Votes: 0

Then stars arise, and the night is holy. Votes: 0

There are favorable hours for reading a book, as for writing it. Votes: 0

There are two angels that attend unseen Each one of us, and in great books record Our good and evil deeds. He who writes down The good ones, after every action closes His volume, and ascends with it to God. The other keeps his dreadful day-book open Till sunset, that we may repent; which doing, The record of the action fades away, And leaves a line of white across the page. Now if my act be good, as I believe it, It cannot be recalled. It is already Sealed up in heaven, as a good deed accomplished. The rest is yours. Votes: 0

There in seclusion and remote from men The wizard hand lies cold, Which at its topmost speed let fall the pen, And left the tale half told. Ah! who shall lift that wand of magic power, And the lost clew regain? The unfinished window in Aladdin's tower Unfinished must remain! Votes: 0

There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellowed richness on the clustered trees, And, from a beaker full of richest dyes, Pouring new glory on the autumn woods, And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds. Morn on the mountain, like a summer bird, Lifts up her purple wing, and in the vales The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, Kisses the blushing leaf, and stirs up life Within the solemn woods of ash deep-crimsoned, And silver beech, and maple yellow-leaved, Where Autumn, like a faint old man, sits down By the wayside a-weary. Votes: 0

There is no death! What seems so is transition; this life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the life elysian, whose portal we call Death. Votes: 0

There is no light in earth or heaven but the cold light of stars; and the first watch of night is given to the red planet Mars. Votes: 0

There is nothing perfectly secure but poverty. Votes: 0

There's nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes it beautiful. Votes: 0

These stars of earth, these golden flowers. Votes: 0

They who live in history only seemed to walk the earth again. Votes: 0

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! Votes: 0

Think not because no man sees, such things will remain unseen. Votes: 0

Thinking the deed, and not the creed, Would help us in our utmost need. Votes: 0

This song of mine Is a song of the vine To be sung by the glowing embers Of wayside inns, When the rain begins To darken the drear Novembers. and For the richest and best Is the wind of the West That grows by the Beautiful River; Whose sweet perfume Fills all the room With a bension on the giver. and When you ask one friend to dine, Give hime your best wine! When you ask two, The second best will do. Votes: 0

Three silences there are: the first of speech, the second of desire, the third of thought. Votes: 0

Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll. Votes: 0

Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought! Votes: 0

Thus departed Hiawatha, Hiawatha the Beloved, In the glory of the sunset, In the purple mists of evening, To the regions of the home-wind, Of the Northwest-Wind, Keewaydin, To the Islands of the Blessed, To the Kingdom of Ponemah, To the Land of the Hereafter! Votes: 0

Thus thought I, as by night I read Of the great army of the dead, The trenches cold and damp, The starved and frozen camp,-- The wounded from the battle-plain, In dreary hospitals of pain, The cheerless corridors, The cold and stony floors. Lo! in that house of misery A lady with a lamp I see Pass through the glimmering gloom And flit from room to room. And slow, as in a dream of bliss, The speechless sufferer turns to kiss Her shadow, as it falls Upon the darkening walls. Votes: 0

Thus, seamed with many scars Bursting these prison bars, Up to its native stars My soul ascended! There from the flowing bowl Deep drinks the warrior's soul, Skoal! to the Northland! skoal! Thus the tale ended. Votes: 0

Time is the life of the soul. Votes: 0

'Tis always morning somewhere, and aboveThe awakening continents, from shore to shore,Somewhere the birds are singing evermore. Votes: 0

To be strong is to be happy! Votes: 0

To charm, to strengthen, and to teach: these are the three great chords of might. Votes: 0

Today is the blocks with which we build. Votes: 0

To-day, to-morrow, every day, to thousands the end of the world is close at hand. And why should we fear it? We walk here, as it were, in the crypts of life; at times, from the great cathedral above us, we can hear the organ and the chanting choir; we see the light stream through the open door, when some friend goes up before us; and shall we fear to mount the narrow staircase of the grave that leads us out of this uncertain twilight into life eternal? Votes: 0

Tomorrow is the mysterious, unknown guest. Votes: 0

Torrent of light and river of air, Along whose bed the glimmering stars are seen, Like gold and silver sands in some ravine Where mountain streams have left their channels bare! Votes: 0

Truly, this world can get on without us, if we would but think so. Votes: 0

Truths that startled the generation in which they were first announced become in the next age the commonplaces of conversation; as the famous airs of operas which thrilled the first audiences come to be played on hand-organs in the streets. Votes: 0

'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy. Votes: 0

Under the spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. . . . He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. . . . Toiling,-rejoicing,-sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Votes: 0

We are all architects of faith, ever living in these walls of time. Votes: 0

We often excuse our own want of philanthropy by giving the name of fanaticism to the more ardent zeal of others. Votes: 0

We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps. Votes: 0

Weak minds make treaties with the passions they cannot overcome, and try to purchase happiness at the expense of principle; but the resolute will of a strong man scorns such means, and struggles nobly with his foe to achieve great deeds. Votes: 0

Welcome, Disappointment! Thy hand is cold and hard, but it is the hand of a friend. Thy voice is stern and harsh, but it is the voice of a friend. Oh, there is something sublime in calm endurance, something sublime in the resolute, fixed purpose of suffering without complaining, which makes disappointment oftentimes better than success! Votes: 0

Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside. Votes: 0

Well I know the secret places, And the nests in hedge and tree; At what doors are friendly faces, In what hearts are thoughts of me. Votes: 0

Were a star quenched on high,For ages would its light,Still travelling downward from the sky,Shine on our mortal sight. So when a great man dies,For years beyond our ken,The light he leaves behind him liesUpon the paths of men. Votes: 0

Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts. Votes: 0

What discord should we bring into the universe if our prayers were all answered! Then we should govern the world, and not God. And do you think we should govern it better? Votes: 0

What heart has not acknowledged the influence of this hour, the sweet and soothing hour of twilight, the hour of love, the hour of adoration, the hour of rest, when we think of those we love only to regret that we have not loved them more dearly, when we remember our enemies only to forgive them. Votes: 0

What seems to us but dim funeral tapers may be heaven's distant lamps. Votes: 0

What shall I say to you? What can I say Better than silence is? Votes: 0

When a great man dies, for years the light he leaves behind him, lies on the paths of men. Votes: 0

When one is truly in love, one not only says it, but shows it. Votes: 0

When we walk towards the sun of Truth, all shadows are cast behind us. Votes: 0

Where'er a noble deed is wrought, Where'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts in glad surprise To higher levels rise. Votes: 0

White swan of cities slumbering in thy nest . . . White phantom city, whose untrodden streets Are rivers, and whose pavements are the shifting Shadows of the palaces and strips of sky. Votes: 0

Who dares To say that he alone has found the truth? Votes: 0

Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers. Votes: 0

Will without power is like children playing at soldiers. Votes: 0

Wisely improve the Present. It is thine. Votes: 0

Wondrous strong are the spells of fiction. Votes: 0

Work is my recreation, The play of faculty; a delight like that Which a bird feels in flying, or a fish In darting through the water,--Nothing more. Votes: 0

Would you learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its dangers, comprehend its mystery! Votes: 0

Write on your doors the saying wise and old. "Be bold!" and everywhere - "Be bold; Be not too bold!" Yet better the excess Than the defect; better the more than less sustaineth him and the steadiness of his mind beareth him out. Votes: 0

Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead. Votes: 0

Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship Let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest. Votes: 0

You would attain to the divine perfection. Votes: 0

Your education begins where what is called your education is over. Your fate is but the common lot of all. Votes: 0

Youth comes but once a life time. Perhaps, but it remains strong in many for their entire lives. Votes: 0

Youth wrenches the sceptre from old age, and sets the crown on its own head before it is entitled to it. Votes: 0

An enlightened mind is not hoodwinked; it is not shut up in a gloomy prison till it thinks the walls of its dungeon the limits of the universe, and the reach of its own chain the outer verge of intelligence. Votes: 0

Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are happiest. Votes: 0

I cannot believe any man can be perfectly well in body, who has much labor of the mind to perform. Votes: 0

Labor with what zeal we will, Something still remains undone, Something uncompleted still Waits the rising of the sun. Votes: 0

The market-place, the eager love of gain, Whose aim is vanity, and whose end is pain! Votes: 0

Each day is a branch of the Tree of Life laden heavily with fruit. If we lie down lazily beneath it, we may starve; but if we shake the branches, some of the fruit will fall for us. Votes: 0

Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us. Votes: 0

Look, then, into thine heart, and write! Votes: 0

Age is opportunity no less than youth itself. Votes: 0

Mercy more becomes a magistrate than the vindictive wrath which men call justice. Votes: 0

Oh, how short are the days! How soon the night overtakes us! Votes: 0

Time has a doomsday book, upon whose pages he is continually recording illustrious names. But as often as a new name is written there, an old one disappears. Only a few stand in illuminated characters never to be effaced. Votes: 0

Ambition's cradle oftenest is its grave Votes: 0