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This will be a great day in our history; the date of a New Revolution - quite as much needed as the old one. Even now as I write they are leading old John Brown to execution in Virginia for attempting to rescue slaves! This is sowing the wind to reap the whirlwind which will come soon!
For it is the fate of a woman Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless, Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence. Hence is the inner life of so many suffering women Sunless and silent and deep, like subterranean rivers Runnng through caverns of darkness.
Ah! What would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before.
Difficulty on the way to victory is opportunity for God to work
My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea
Success is not something to wait for, it is something to work for.
Nor deem the irrevocable Past _x000D_ As wholly wasted, wholly vain, _x000D_ If, rising on its wrecks, at last _x000D_ To something nobler we attain.
No man is so poor as to have nothing worth giving.
The Devil hinders me. You know I say _x000D_ Just what I think, and nothing more nor less, _x000D_ And, when I pray, my heart is in my prayer. _x000D_ I cannot say one thing and mean another. _x000D_ If I can't pray, I will not make believe!
The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight.
This is the place. Stand still, my steed,- Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that once have been.
In ourselves are triumph and defeat.
Listen my children and you shall hear, Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere
The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do, well.
Many a poem is marred by a superfluous verse.
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.
A life that is worth writing at all is worth writing minutely.
These stars of earth, these golden flowers.
Sail on ship of state, sail on, I union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, with all its hopes of future years, is hanging on thy fate!
Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning - an endeavor to find our place on a cloudy sea by measuring the distance we have run, but without any observation of the heavenly bodies.
Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.
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