| Quotes |
Topic |
| Study | As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so changes of studies a dull brain. |
| Study | The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds. |
| Suffering | 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! |
| Suicide | 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. |
| Summer | That beautiful season . . . the Summer of All-Saints! Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light, and the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood. |
| Summer | Very hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows. |
| Summer | 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. |
| Sunset | Down sank the great red sun, and in golden, glimmering vapors Veiled the light of his face, like the Prophet descending from Sinai. |
| Sunset | 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. |
| Sunset | 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. |
| Swallows | 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! |
| Sympathy | World-wide apart, and yet akin, As showing that the human heart Beats on forever as of old. |
| Thought | Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom. |
| Tides | 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. |
| Tides | 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. |
| Tomorrow | Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks, And through the opening door that time unlocks Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep. |
| Tomorrow | 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." |
| Tongue | I should think your tongue has broken its chain. |
| Trees | This is the forest primeval. |
| Trials | But noble souls, through dust and heat, Rise from disaster and defeat The stronger. |
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