The Solitary answered: Such a Form
Full well I recollect. We often crossed
Each other’s path; but, as the Intruder seemed
Fondly to prize the silence which he kept,
And I as willingly did cherish mine,
We met, and passed, like shadows. I have heard,
From my good Host, that being crazed in brain
By unrequited love, he scaled the rocks,
Dived into caves, and pierced the matted woods,
In hope to find some virtuous herb of power
To cure his malady!
Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face.
When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign in solitude.
The good die first; and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust burn to the socket.
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity
His high endeavors are an inward light
That makes the path before him always bright.
Laying out grounds may be considered a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting
Wild is the music of autumnal winds the faded woods.
That blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened.
From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
The best portion of a good man’s life: his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.
Lost in a gloom of uninspired research.
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.
Though inland far we be,
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither
The child is the father of the man.
A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor.
Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent.
What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars
The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.
Not choice, but habit rules the unreflecting herd.
As high as we have mounted in delight, in our dejection do we sing as low.
She seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly years.
Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out by help of dreams—can breed such fear and awe as fall upon us often when we look into our Minds, into the Mind of Man.
Topics: Mind, The Mind
The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless, lie scattered at the feet of men like flowers.
This city now doth, like a garment, wear the beauty of the morning; silent bare, ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie open unto the fields and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Topics: Cities, City Life
We live by admiration, hope and love.
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