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I should think your tongue has broken its chain.
Topic: Tongue
Source: Christus--The Golden Legend (pt. IV)
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This is the forest primeval.
Topic: Trees
Source: Evangeline (introduction)
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But noble souls, through dust and heat,
Rise from disaster and defeat
The stronger.
Topic: Trials
Source: The Sifting of Peter (st. 7)
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The sun is set; and in his latest beams
Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold,
Slowly upon the amber air unrolled,
The falling mantle of the Prophet seems.
Topic: Twilight
Source: A Summer Day by the Sea
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The twilight is sad and cloudy,
The wind blows wild and free,
And like the wings of sea-birds
Flash the white caps of the sea.
Topic: Twilight
Source: Twilight
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White swan of cities, slumbering in thy nest
So wonderfully built among the reeds
Of the lagoon, that fences thee and feeds,
As sayeth thy old historian and thy guest!
Topic: Venice
Source: Venice
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Saint Augustine! well hast thou said,
That of our vices we can frame
A ladder, if we will but tread
Beneath our feet each deed of shame.
Topic: Vice
Source: The Ladder of St. Augustine (st. 1)
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It is a dream, sweet child! a waking dream,
A blissful certainty, a vision bright,
Of that rare happiness, which even on earth
Heaven gives to those it loves.
Topic: Visions
Source: Spanish Student (act III, sc. 5)
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Oh, there is something in that voice that reaches
The innermost recesses of my spirit!
Topic: Voice
Source: Christus (pt. I, The Divine Tragedy, The First Passover, pt. VI)
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Thy voice
Is a celestial melody.
Topic: Voice
Source: Masque of Pandora (pt. V)
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Her silver voice
Is the rich music of a summer bird,
Heard in the still night, with its passionate cadence.
Topic: Voice
Source: The Spirit of Poetry (l. 55)
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Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice.
Topic: Voice
Source: None
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The human voice is the organ of the soul.
Topic: Voice
Source: None
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The world loves a spice of wickedness.
Topic: Wickedness
Source: Hyperion (ch. VII, bk. I)
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The star of the unconquered will,
He rises in my breast,
Serene, and resolute, and still,
And calm, and self-possessed.
Topic: Will
Source: The Light of Stars (st. 7)
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A boy's will is the wind's will.
Topic: Will
Source: My Lost Youth
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Will without power is like children playing at soldiers.
- quoted by Thomas Babington Macaulay, The Rovers (act IV),
Topic: Will
Source: My Lost Youth
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I hear the wind among the trees
Playing the celestial symphonies;
I see the branches downward bent,
Like keys of some great instrument.
Topic: Wind
Source: A Day of Sunshine (st. 3)
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Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear
Has grown familiar with your song;
I hear it in the opening year,
I listen, and it cheers me long.
Topic: Wind
Source: Woods in Winter (st. 7)
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The things that have been and shall be no more,
The things that are, and that hereafter shall be,
The things that might have been, and yet were not,
The fading twilight of joys departed.
Topic: Wonders
Source: Christus--Divine Tragedy--First Passover (III, Marriage in Cana)
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Never idle a moment, but thrifty and thoughtful of others.
Topic: Work
Source: Courtship of Miles Standish (pt. VIII, l. 46)
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