The juggle of sophistry consists, for the most part, in using a word in one sense in all the premises, and in another sense in the conclusion.
It is a gentle and affectionate thought, that in immeasurable height above us, at our first birth, the wreath of love was woven with sparkling stars for flowers.
A nation to be great ought to be compressed in its increment by nations more civilized than itself.
Wherever you find a sentence musically worded, of true rhythm and melody in the words, there is something deep and good in the meaning also.
Sublimity is Hebrew by birth.
Heart-chilling superstition! thou canst glaze even Pity’s eye with her own frozen tear.
Iambics march from short to long; – With a leap and a bound the swift Anapaests throng.
The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
We ought not to extract pernicious honey from poison blossoms of misrepresentation and mendacious half-truth, to pamper the course appetite of bigotry and self-love.
Her skin was white as leprosy.
Nature never deserts the wise and pure; no plot so narrow, be but nature there; no waste so vacant, but may well employ each faculty of sense, and keep the heart awake to love and beauty.
Often do the spirits stride on before the event; and in today already walks tomorrow.
Where true Love burns Desire is Love’s pure flame; It is the reflex of our earthly frame, That takes its meaning from the nobler part, And but translates the language of the heart.
No voice; but oh – the silence sank Like music on my heart.
Remorse weeps tears of blood.
That gracious thing, made up of tears and light.
The form of truth will bear exposure, as well as that of beauty herself.
Oh Sleep! it is a gentle thing, beloved from pole to pole, to Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, that slid into my soul.
Why is it that so many of us persist in thinking that autumn is a sad season? Nature has merely fallen asleep, and her dreams must be beautiful if we are to judge by her countenance.
Force yourself to reflect on what you read, paragraph by paragraph.