Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.
Difficulty is the nurse of greatness.
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.
Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.
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.
Winning isn't everything, but it beats anything in second place.
Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson.
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.
Is not thy home among the flowers?
All things that are on earth shall wholly pass away, Except the love of God, which shall live and last for aye.
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.
Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mold.
But Winter has yet brighter scenes-he boasts Splendors beyond what gorgeous Summer knows; Or Autumn with his many fruits, and woods All flushed with many hues.
And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief.
The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyone the sculpted flower.
I grieve for life's bright promise, just shown and then withdrawn.
Virtue cannot dwell with slaves, nor reign O'er those who cower to take a tyrant's yoke.
Pleasantly, between the pelting showers, the sunshine gushes down.
Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue.
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.
The groves were God's first temples.
Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness - a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster children into strength and athletic proportion.
The little wind-flower, whose just opened eye Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.
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