Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.
Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.
There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night; And grief may hide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.
Difficulty is the nurse of greatness.
The right to discuss freely and openly, by speech, by the pen, by the press, all political questions, and to examine the animadvert upon all political institutions is a right so clear and certain, so interwoven with our other liberties, so necessary, in fact, to their existence, that without it we must fall into despotism and anarchy.
Truth crushed to the earth will rise again!
Look on this beautiful world, and read the truth in her fair page.
Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson.
Winning isn't everything, but it beats anything in second place.
I grieve for life's bright promise, just shown and then withdrawn.
Self-interest is the most ingenious and persuasive of all the agents that deceive our consciences, while by means of it our unhappy and stubborn prejudices operate in their greatest force.
The groves were God's first temples.
The press, important as is its office, is but the servant of the human intellect, and its ministry is for good or for evil, according to the character of those who direct it. The press is a mill which grinds all that is put into its hopper. Fill the hopper with poisoned grain, and it will grind it to meal, but there is death in the bread.
And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief.
Pleasantly, between the pelting showers, the sunshine gushes down.
Virtue cannot dwell with slaves, nor reign O'er those who cower to take a tyrant's yoke.
The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyone the sculpted flower.
The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep to-night.
Adversity is the nurse of greatness which roughly rocks her patients back to health.
Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness - a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster children into strength and athletic proportion.
Fairest of all that earth beholds, the hues That live among the clouds, and flush the air, Lingering, and deepening at the hour of dews.
The stormy March has come at last, With winds and clouds and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies.
Tender pauses speak The overflow of gladness, When words are all too weak.
To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.
The windflower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid the summer glow; But on the hills the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the first from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland glade and glen.
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