| Quotes |
Topic |
| Intellect | Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on, Through words and things, a dim and perilous way. |
| Intellect | The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on, a dim and perilous way! |
| Kindness | On that best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love. |
| Kindness | That best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love. |
| Linnets | Hail to thee, far above the rest In joy of voice and pinion! Thou, linnet! in thy green array, Presiding spirit here to-day, Dost lead the revels of the May, And this is thy dominion. |
| Literary | Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. |
| Love Lies Bleeding | This flower that first appeared as summer's guest Preserves her beauty 'mid autumnal leaves And to her mournful habits fondly cleaves. |
| March | Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing Under the sky's gray arch, Smiling I watch the shaken elm boughs, knowing It is the wind of March. |
| Mercy | Sweet Mercy! to the gates of Heaven This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven, The rueful conflict, the heart riven With vain endeavour, And memory of earth's bitter leaven Effaced forever. |
| Music | I listened, motionless and still, And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more. |
| Nature | For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity. |
| Obscurity | She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. |
| Passion | And beauty, for confiding youth, Those shocks of passion can prepare That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair. |
| Pen | The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an Angel's wing. |
| Philosophy | Why should not grave Philosophy be styled. Herself, a dreamer of a kindred stock, A dreamer, yet more spiritless and dull? |
| Philosophy | The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, That no philosophy can lift. |
| Pride | What is pride? A whizzing rocket that would emulate a star. |
| Proverbs | A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays, And confident to-morrows. |
| Proverbs | The child is father of the man. |
| Proverbs | Be wise to-day, 'tis madness to defer. |
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