Where should the scholar live? In solitude, or in society? in the green stillness of the country, where he can hear the heart of Nature beat, or in the dark, gray town where he can hear and feel the throbbing heart of man?
Dead he is not, but departed, for the artist never dies.
Listen my children and you shall hear, Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere.
Every man has his secret sorrows...
Then read from the treasured volume the poem of thy choice, and lend to the rhyme of the poet the beauty of thy voice.
But the nearer the dawn the darker the night, And by going wrong all things come right. Things have been mended that were worse, and the the worse, the nearer they are to mend.
You would attain to the divine perfection.
Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.
I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.
The course of my long life hath reached at last in fragile bark over a tempestuous sea the common harbor, where must rendered be account for all the actions of the past.
A Lady with a Lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood.
Doubtless criticism was originally benignant, pointing out the beauties of a work rather that its defects. The passions of men have made it malignant, as a bad heart of Procreates turned the bed, the symbol of repose, into an instrument of torture.
Very hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows.
A great sorrow, like a mariner’s quadrant, brings the sun at noon down to the horizon, and we learn where we are on the sea of life.
Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.
He had mittens, Minjekahwun, Magic mittens made of deer-skin; When upon his hands he wore them, He could smite the rocks asunder, He could grind them into powder.
The Wreck of the Hesperus But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he.
Many a poem is marred by a superfluous word.
Live up to the best that is in you: Live noble lives, as you all may, in whatever condition you may find yourselves.
A boy’s will is the wind’s will.