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To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.
Topic: Remorse
Source: None
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For after all, the best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.
Topic: Resignation
Source: None
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Resolve, and thou art free.
Topic: Resolution
Source: Masque of Pandora (pt. VI, In the Garden)
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Resolve and thou art free.
Topic: Resolution
Source: None
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Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
Topic: Reverie
Source: None
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The Rhine! the Rhine! a blessing on the Rhine!
Topic: Rhine River
Source: Hyperion (bk. I, ch. II)
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Beneath me flows the Rhine, and, like the stream of Time, it
flows amid the ruins of the Past.
Topic: Rhine River
Source: Hyperion (bk. I, ch. III)
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Two ways the rivers
Leap down to different seas, and as they roll
Grow deep and still, and their majestic presence
Becomes a benefaction to the towns
They visit, wandering silently among them,
Like patriarchs old among their shining tents.
Topic: Rivers
Source: Christus--The Golden Legend (pt. V)
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He loved the twilight that surrounds
The border-land of old romance;
Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance,
And banner waves, and trumpet sounds,
And ladies ride with hawk on wrist,
And mighty warriors sweep along,
Magnified by the purple mist,
The dusk of centuries and of song.
Topic: Romance
Source: Prelude to Tales of a Wayside Inn (pt. V, l. 130)
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Romance is the poetry of literature.
Topic: Romance
Source: Prelude to Tales of a Wayside Inn (pt. V, l. 130)
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Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
Topic: Romance
Source: None
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Ah! vainest of all things
Is the gratitude of kings.
Topic: Royalty
Source: Belisarius (st. 8)
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Day of the Lord, as all our days should be!
Topic: Sabbath
Source: Christus (pt. III, John Endicott, act I, sc. 2)
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A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
Topic: Sadness
Source: The Day is Done (st. 3)
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Sculpture is more divine, and more like Nature,
That fashions all her works in high relief,
And that is Sculpture. This vast ball, the Earth,
Was moulded out of clay, and baked in fire;
Men, women, and all animals that breathe
Are statues, and not paintings.
Topic: Sculpture
Source: Michael Angelo (pt. III, 5)
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Sculpture is more than painting. It is greater
To raise the dead to life than to create
Phantoms that seem to live.
Topic: Sculpture
Source: Michael Angelo (pt. III, 5)
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He that respects himself is safe from others; He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.
Topic: Self-respect
Source: None
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Build me straight. O worthy Master!
Staunch and strong, a goodly vessel
That shall laugh at all disaster,
And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!
Topic: Ships
Source: Building of the Ship (l. 1)
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There's not a ship that sails the ocean,
But every climate, every soil,
Must bring its tribute, great or small,
And help to build the wooden wall!
Topic: Ships
Source: Building of the Ship (l. 66)
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And the wind plays on those great sonorous harps, the shrouds and
masts of ships.
Topic: Ships
Source: Hyperion (bk. I, ch. VII)
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And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
Through the whistling sleet and snow,
Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept
Towards the reef of Norman's Woe.
Topic: Shipwreck
Source: Wreck of the Hesperus (st. 15)
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Man-like it is to fall into sin; fiendlike it is to dwell therein.
Topic: Sin
Source: None
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He the sweetest of all singers.
Topic: Singing
Source: Hiawatha (pt. VI, l. 21)
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Sang in tones of deep emotion
Songs of love and songs of longing.
Topic: Singing
Source: Hiawatha (pt. XI, l. 136)
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God sent his Singers upon earth
With songs of sadness and of mirth,
That they might touch the hearts of men,
And bring them back to heaven again.
Topic: Singing
Source: The Singers
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They sing, they will pay.
[Fr., Ils chantent, ils payeront.]
Topic: Singing
Source: The Singers
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Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....
Topic: Sleep
Source: None
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Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.
Topic: Snow
Source: Snow-Flakes
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The song on its mighty pinions
Took every living soul, and lifted it gently to heaven.
Topic: Songs
Source: Children of the Lord's Supper (l. 44)
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Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.
Topic: Songs
Source: The Day is Done (st. 9)
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Listen to that song, and learn it!
Half my kingdom would I give,
As I live,
If by such songs you would earn it.
Topic: Songs
Source: Tales of a Wayside Inn (pt. I, The Musician's Tale, The Saga of King Olaf, pt. V)
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The sparrows chirped as if they still were proud
Their race in Holy Writ should mentioned be.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
Topic: Sparrows
Source: Tales of a Wayside Inn--The Poet's Tale--The Birds of Killingworth (st. 2)
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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?
Topic: Students
Source: Hyperion (bk. I, ch. VIII)
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As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so changes of
studies a dull brain.
Topic: Study
Source: Drift-Wood--Table-Talk
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The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.
Topic: Study
Source: None
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They, the holy ones and weakly,
Who the cross of suffering bore,
Folded their pale hands so meekly,
Spake with us on earth no more!
Topic: Suffering
Source: Footsteps of Angels (st. 5)
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Ah, yes, the sea is still and deep,
All things within its bosom sleep!
A single step, and all is o'er,
A plunge, a bubble, and no more.
Topic: Suicide
Source: Christus--The Golden Legend (pt. V)
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That beautiful season
. . . the Summer of All-Saints!
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the
landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
Topic: Summer
Source: Evangeline (pt. I, st. 2)
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Very hot and still the air was,
Very smooth the gliding river,
Motionless the sleeping shadows.
Topic: Summer
Source: Hiawatha (pt. XVIII, l. 54)
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O summer day beside the joyous sea!
O summer day so wonderful and white,
So full of gladness and so full of pain!
Forever and forever shalt thou be
To some the gravestone of a dead delight,
To some the landmark of a new domain.
Topic: Summer
Source: Summer Day by the Sea
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Down sank the great red sun, and in golden, glimmering vapors
Veiled the light of his face, like the Prophet descending from
Sinai.
Topic: Sunset
Source: Evangeline (pt. I, sec. IV)
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Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon
Like a magician extended his golden want o'er the landscape;
Trinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest
Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together.
Topic: Sunset
Source: Evangeline (pt. II, sec. II)
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After a day of cloud and wind and rain
Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again,
And touching all the darksome woods with light,
Smiles on the fields until they laugh and sing,
Then like a ruby from the horizon's ring,
Drops down into the night.
Topic: Sunset
Source: Hanging of the Crane (pt. VII)
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The swallow is come!
The swallow is come!
O, fair are the seasons, and light
Are the days that she brings,
With her dusky wings,
And her bosom snowy white!
Topic: Swallows
Source: Hyperion (bk. II, ch. I)
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World-wide apart, and yet akin,
As showing that the human heart
Beats on forever as of old.
Topic: Sympathy
Source: Tales of a Wayside Inn (pt. III, The Theologian's Tale, Interlude)
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Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.
Topic: Thought
Source: None
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The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
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The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Topic: Tides
Source: The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls
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I saw the long line of the vacant shore,
The sea-weed and the shells upon the sand,
And the brown rocks left bare on every hand,
As if the ebbing tide would flow no more.
Topic: Tides
Source: The Tides
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Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks,
And through the opening door that time unlocks
Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep.
Topic: Tomorrow
Source: To-morrow
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To-morrow! the mysterious, unknown guest,
Who cries to me: "Remember Barmecide,
And tremble to be happy with the rest."
And I make answer: "I am satisfied;
I dare not ask; I know not what is best;
God hath already said what shall betide."
Topic: Tomorrow
Source: To-Morrow
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