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Topic |
| Insanity | Much madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. 'Tis the majority In this, as all, prevails Assent, and you are sane; Demur,--you're straightway dangerous, And handled with a chain. |
| Last words | ...the fog is rising. |
| Living | Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough. |
| Love | Unable are the loved to die for love is immortality. |
| Nature | How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude! |
| Post | Belshazzar had a letter,-- He never had but one; Belshazzar's correspondence Concluded and begun In that immortal copy The conscience of us all Can read without its glasses On revelation's wall. |
| Preaching | God preaches, a noted clergyman, And the sermon is never long; So instead of getting to heaven at last, I'm going all along. |
| Religion | If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain. |
| Service | If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Up to his nest again, I shall not live in vain. -Emily Dickinson. |
| Sky | The mountain at a given distance In amber lies; Approached, the amber flits a little,-- And that's the skies! |
| Spring | A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King. |
| Success | Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. |
| Victory | Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag to-day Can tell the definition So clear of victory, As he, defeated, dying, On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Break agonized and clear. |
| Winter | There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons-- That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes-- |
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