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Album in British Museum. See also STANIFORD-Art of Reading. That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it; This high man, with a great thing to pursue, Dies ere he knows it.— filed under Action
Horse. Then I cast loose my buff coat, each halter let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet name, my horse without peer; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise bad or good, 'Til at lengt into Aix Roland galloped and stood.— filed under Animals-Horse
It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.— filed under Art
Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.— filed under Change
Thoughts. No, when the fight begins within himself, A man's worth something.— filed under Character
There's a woman like a dew-drop, She's so purer than the purest.— filed under Chastity
It's wiser being good than bad; It's safer being meek than fierce: It's fitter being sane than mad. My own hope is, a sun will pierce The thickest cloud earth ever stretched; That, after Last, returns the First, Though a wide compass round be fetched; That what began best, can't end worst, Nor what God blessed once, prove accurst.— filed under Comparisons
Italy. Italy, my Italy! Queen Mary's saying serves for me- (When fortune's malice Lost her Calais)- Open my heart and you will see Graved inside of it, "Italy."— filed under Countries-Scotland
Evening. Day! Faster and more fast, O'er night's brim, day boils at last; Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim.— filed under Day
For I say, this is death and the sole death, When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.— filed under Death
All your better deeds Shall be in water writ, but this in marble. BEAUMONT and FLETCHER-Philaster. Act V. Sc. 3. 'Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do.— filed under Deeds
When the liquor's out, why clink the cannikin?— filed under Drinking
To me at least was never evening yet But seemed far beautifuller than its day.— filed under Evening
It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.— filed under Flirting
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew The buttercups, the little children's dower.— filed under Flowers-Azalea
All June I bound the rose in sheaves. Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.— filed under Flowers-Rose
Miles and miles of golden green Where the sunflowers blow In a solid glow.— filed under Flowers-Sunflower
'Mid the sharp, short emerald wheat, scarce risen three fingers well, The wild tulip at end of its tube, blows out its great red bell, Like a thin clear bubble of blood, for the children to pick and sell.— filed under Flowers-Thyme
Good, to forgive; Best to forget.— filed under Forgiveness
Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a ribbon to stick in his coat; Found the one gift of which Fortune bereft us, Lost all the others she lets us devote.— filed under Fortune
Let my hand, This hand, lie in your own-my own true friend; . Aprile! Hand-in-hand with you, Aprile!— filed under Friends
Hand Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship, And great hearts expand And grow one in the sense of this world's life.— filed under Friendship
So may a glory from defect arise.— filed under Glory
Seriousness of Life. All service is the same with God, With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we: there is no last nor first. S.— filed under God
God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.— filed under God
God's in His Heaven- All's right with the world! น.— filed under God
Of what I call God, And fools call Nature.— filed under God
That we devote ourselves to God is seen In living just as though no God there were.— filed under God
There shall never be one lost good! What was shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, is silence in.plying sound; What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.— filed under Goodness
What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up, And be discharged, and straight wound up anew? No! grown, his growth lasts; taught, he ne'er forgets; May learn a thousand things, not twice the same.— filed under Growth
Dear, dead women, with such hair, toowhat's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms?— filed under Hair
Love, hope, fear, faith-these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.— filed under Humanity
From the sprinkled isles, Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.— filed under Islands
Virtues and Vices. Justice. God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.— filed under Justice
Have you found your life distasteful? My life did, and does, smack sweet. Was your youth of pleasure wasteful? Mine I saved and hold complete. Do your joys with age diminish? When mine fail me, I'll complain. Must in death your daylight finish? My sun sets to rise again.— filed under Life
I count life just a stuff To try the soul's strength on.— filed under Life
No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold.— filed under Life
I think, am sure, a brother's love exceeds All the world's loves in its unworldliness.— filed under Love
Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts. C.— filed under Mind
Human. I trust in Nature for the stable laws Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant And Autumn garner to the end of time. I trust in God-the right shall be the right And other than the wrong, while he endures; I trust in my own soul, that can perceive The outward and the inward, Nature's good And God's.— filed under Nature
I give the fight up; let there be an end, me, . A privacy, an obscure nook for I want to be forgotten even by God— filed under Obscurity
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.— filed under Ocean
This could but have happened once, And we missed it, lost it forever.— filed under Opportunity
For thence, -a paradox Which comforts while it mocks, - Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail: What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me: A brute I might have been, but would not sink i' the scale.— filed under Paradox
Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.— filed under Passion
R. W. Browne's trans. But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?— filed under Passion
But there are times when patience proves at fault.— filed under Patience
What's come to perfection perishes, Things learned on earth we shall practise in heaven; Works done least rapidly Art most cherishes.— filed under Perfection
Just my vengeance complete, The man sprang to his feet, Stood erect, caught at God's skirts, and prayed! So, I was afraid!— filed under Prayer
Westward the star of empire takes its way. Laws and institutions are constantly tend- United States. United States. Laws and institutions are constantly tending to gravitate. Like clocks, they must be occasionally cleansed, and wound up, and set to true time. Westward the course of empire takes its way ; Westward the course of empire takes its way; The four first Acts already past, A fifth shall close the Drama with the day; Time's noblest offspring is the last. C. Prospect of Planting Arts and Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America. Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's; God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be. ROBERT BROWNING-A Death in the— filed under Progression
Desert. Progress is The law of life, man is not Man as yet.— filed under Progression
In the great right of an excessive wrong.— filed under Proverbs
dd. Mottoes of the Seven Wise Men of Greece. Inscribed in later days in the Delphian Temple. In some time, his good time, I shall arrive; He guides me and the bird In his good time. hh.— filed under Providence
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.— filed under Sabbath
SEASONS (THE)-AUTUMN. 543 Autumn wins you best by this, its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.— filed under Sows
"With this same key Shakespeare unlocked his heart," once more! Did Shakespeare? If so, the less Shakespeare he!— filed under Shakespeare
Friendship. A people is but the attempt of many To rise to the completer life of one- And those who live as models for the mass Are singly of more value than they all.— filed under Society
And I have written three books on the soul, Proving absurd all written hitherto, And putting us to ignorance again.— filed under Sorrow
Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not.— filed under Success
Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?— filed under Temptation
Her voice changed like a bird's: There grew more of the music, and less of the words.— filed under Voice
the Subjugation of Switzerland. He who did well in war, just earns the right To begin doing well in peace.— filed under War