Sometimes we may learn more from a man’s errors than…
Sometimes we may learn more from a man’s errors than from his virtues.
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- Standing, with reluctant feet,
Where the brook and river meet,
Womanhood and childhood fleet! - View Quote Details on Standing, with reluctant feet,
Where the brook and river meet,
Womanhood and… - Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands. - View Quote Details on Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty… - Build me straight, O worthy Master!
Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel,
That shall laugh at all disaster,
And with wave and whirlwind wrestle! - View Quote Details on Build me straight, O worthy Master!
Stanch and strong, a goodly… - When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music. - View Quote Details on When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of…
- We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done. - View Quote Details on We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing,…
- The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight,
But they, while their companions slept,
Were toiling upward in the night. - View Quote Details on The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained… - There is no Death! What seems so is transition;
This life of mortal breath
Is but a suburb of the life elysian,
Whose portal we call Death. - View Quote Details on There is no Death! What seems so is transition;
This life… - Art is the child of Nature; yes,
Her darling child, in whom we trace
The features of the mother’s face,
Her aspect and her attitude,
All her majestic loveliness
Chastened and softened and subdued
Into a more attractive grace,
And with a human sense imbued.
He is the greatest artist, then,
Whether of pencil or of pen,
Who follows Nature. - View Quote Details on Art is the child of Nature; yes,
Her darling child, in… - “O father! I see a gleaming light.
Oh say, what may it be?”
But the father answered never a word,
A frozen corpse was he. - View Quote Details on Oh say, what may...">“O father! I see a gleaming light.
Oh say, what may… - Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul. - View Quote Details on Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not…













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