Tis rushing now adown the spout, And gushing out below, Half frantic in its joyousness, And wild in eager flow. The earth is dried and parched with heat, And it hath long'd to be Released from out the selfish cloud, To cool the thirsty tree.
Tis rushing now adown the spout, And gushing out below, Half frantic in its joyousness, And wild in eager flow. The earth is dried and parched wi… - Elizabeth Oakes Smith
Tis rushing now adown the spout, And gushing out below, Half frantic in its joyousness, And wild in eager flow. The earth is dried and parched wi…
- Elizabeth Oakes Smith
The tender violet bent in smiles To elves that sported nigh, Tossing the drops of fragrant dew To scent the evening sky. - Elizabeth Oakes Smith
The tender violet bent in smiles To elves that sported nigh, Tossing the drops of fragrant dew To scent the evening sky.
Faith is the subtle chain Which binds us to the infinite. - Elizabeth Oakes Smith
Faith is the subtle chain Which binds us to the infinite.
Spain- a great whale stranded on the shores of Europe. - Elizabeth Oakes Smith
Spain- a great whale stranded on the shores of Europe.
The measure of capacity is the measure of sphere to either man or woman. - Elizabeth Oakes Smith
The measure of capacity is the measure of sphere to either man or woman.
We're disappointed because you think the neighborhood is safe, it's very quiet here. - Elizabeth Oakes Smith
We're disappointed because you think the neighborhood is safe, it's very quiet here.
Faith is the subtle chain which binds us to the infinite; the voice of a deep life within, that will remain until we crowd it thence. - Elizabeth Oakes Smith
Faith is the subtle chain which binds us to the infinite; the voice of a deep life within, that will remain until we crowd it thence.
Yes, this is life; and everywhere we meet, Not victor crowns, but wailings of defeat. - Elizabeth Oakes Smith
Yes, this is life; and everywhere we meet, Not victor crowns, but wailings of defeat.
White wing'd angels meet the child On the vestibule of life. - Elizabeth Oakes Smith
White wing'd angels meet the child On the vestibule of life.
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