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Quotes by N. P. Willis
At present there is no distinction among the upper ten thousand of the city.— filed under Fate
For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart; And makes his pulses fly, To catch the thrill of a happy voice, And the light of a pleasant eye.— filed under Happiness
Recreations with the Muses. London. Fol. 1637. P. 7. He who binds His soul to knowledge, steals the key of heaven.— filed under William, Earl Of Stirling
Your love in a cottage is hungry, Your vine is a nest for flies- Your milkmaid shocks the Graces, And simplicity talks of pies! You lie down to your shady slumber And wake with a bug in your ear, And your damsel that walks in the morning Is shod like a mountaineer.— filed under Loyalty
The dust is old upon my "sandal-shoon," And still I am a pilgrim; I have roved From wild America to Bosphor's waters, And worshipp'd at innumerable shrines Of beauty; and the painter's art, to me, And sculpture, speak as with a living tongue, And of dead kingdoms I recall the soul, Sitting amid their ruins.— filed under Memory
It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses, When pleasant sights salute the eyes And pleasant scents the noses.— filed under Months-June
Let us weep in our darkness-but weep not for him! Not for him-who, departing, leaves millions in tears! Not for him-who has died full of honor and years! Not for him-who ascended Fame's ladder so high. From the round at the top he has stepped to the sky.— filed under Mourning
Colloquies on the Progress and Prospects of Society. Vol. II. P. 361. Press on!-" for in the grave there is no work And no device" -Press on! while yet ye may!— filed under Prophecy
At present there is no distinction among the upper ten thousand of the city.— filed under Quality
The Spring is here the delicate footed May, With its slight fingers full of leaves and flowers, And with it comes a thirst to be away, In lovelier scenes to pass these sweeter hours.— filed under Sows
The world well tried-thesweetest thing in life Is the unclouded welcome of a wife.— filed under Wife
Wisdom sits alone, Topmost in heaven:-she is its light-its God; And in the heart of man she sits as high- Though grovelling eyes forget her oftentimes, Seeing but this world's idols. The pure mind Sees her forever: and in youth we come Fill'd with her sainted ravishment, and kneel, Worshipping God through her sweet altar fires, And then is knowledge "good."— filed under Wisdom
And mad ambition trumpeteth to all.— filed under Ambition
Departure of the Senior Class of Yale College (1827). How like a mounting devil in the heart Rules the unreined ambition!— filed under Ambition
On the cross-beam under the Old South bell The nest of a pigeon is builded well. In summer and winter that bird is there, Out and in with the morning air.— filed under Birds-Raven
'Tis a bird I love, with its brooding note, And the trembling throb in its mottled throat; There's a human look in its swelling breast, And the gentle curve of its lowly crest; And I often stop with the fear I feel- He runs so close to the rapid wheel.— filed under Birds-Raven
How beautiful it is for a man to die Upon the walls of Zion! to be called Like a watch-worn and weary sentinel, To put his armour off, and rest in heaven!— filed under Death