Time makes ancient good uncouth.
Freedom needs all her poets; it is they Who give her aspirations wings, And to the wiser law of music sway Her wild imaginings.
Life may be given in many ways, and loyalty to truth be sealed as bravely in the closet as the field.
Be NOBLE! and the nobleness that liesIn other men, sleeping, but never dead,Will rise in majesty to meet thine own.
It is only by instigation of the wrongs of men that what are called the Rights of Man become turbulent and dangerous.
Not as all other women are Is she that to my soul is dear; Her glorious fancies come from far, Beneath the silver evening star, And yet her heart is ever near.
The riches of scholarship, the benignities of literature, defy fortune and outlive calamity. They are beyond the reach of thief or moth or rust. As they cannot be inherited, so they cannot, be alienated.
Through aisles of long-drawn centuries my spirit walks in thought.
Love lives on, and hath a power to bless when they who loved are hidden in the grave.
Fools, when their roof-tree falls, think it doomsday.
A profound common sense is the best genius for statesmanship.
For Humanity sweeps onward: where today the martyr stands, On the morrow crouches Judas with the silver in his hands; Far in front the cross stands ready and the crackling fagots burn, While the hooting mob of yesterday in silent awe return To glean up the scattered ashes into History's golden urn.
Keats longed for fame, but longed above all to deserve it.
There is only one thing better than tradition and that is the original and eternal life out of which all tradition takes its rise.
To win the secret of a weed's plain heart.
His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, But hern went pity-Zekle.
What a sense of security in an old book which Time has criticized for us!
Good heavens, of what un costly material is our earthly happiness composed... if we only knew it. What incomes have we not had from a flower, and how unfailing are the dividends of the seasons.
Over all life broods Poesy, like the calm blue sky with its motherly, rebuking face. She is the great reformer, and where the love of her is strong and healthy, wickedness and wrong cannot long prevail.
It is right precious to behold The first long surf of climbing light Flood all the thirsty east with gold.
The story of any one man's real experience finds its startling parallel in that of every one of us.
Making one object, in outward or inward nature, more holy to a single heart is reward enough for a life; for the more sympathies we gain or awaken for what is beautiful, by so much deeper will be our sympathy for that which is most beautiful,--the human soul!
He who keeps his faith only, cannot be discrowned.
God is the only being who has time enough; but a prudent man, who knows how to seize occasion, can commonly make a shift to find as much as he needs.
No man can produce great things who is not thoroughly sincere in dealing with himself, who would not exchange the finest show for the poorest reality, who does not so love his work that he is not only glad to give himself for it, but finds rather a gain than a sacrifice in the surrender.
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