Without the smile from partial beauty won,
Oh what were man?--a world without a sun.
The world was sad, the garden was a wild,
And man the hermit sigh'd--till woman smiled.
But sad as angels for the good man's sin,
Weep to record, and blush to give it in.
Few, few shall part where many meet!
The snow shall be their winding-sheet,
And every turf beneath their feet
Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.
Oh leave this barren spot to me!
Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree!
The gentleman [Josiah Quincy] cannot have forgotten his own sentiment, uttered even on the floor of this House, "Peaceably if we can, forcibly if we must."
The minds of some of our statesmen, like the pupil of the human eye, contract themselves the more, the stronger light there is shed upon them.
There was a little man, and he had a little soul;
And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!
Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side
In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?
The moon looks
On many brooks,
"The brook can see no moon but this."
The light that lies
In woman's eyes.
My only books
Were woman's looks,--
And folly's all they 've taught me.
Those evening bells! those evening bells!
How many a tale their music tells
Of youth and home, and that sweet time
When last I heard their soothing chime!
This world is all a fleeting show,
For man's illusion given;
The smiles of joy, the tears of woe,
Deceitful shine, deceitful flow,--
There's nothing true but Heaven.
When I see a merchant over-polite to his customers, begging them to taste a little brandy and throwing half his goods on the counter,--thinks I, that man has an axe to grind.
A power has risen up in the government greater than the people themselves, consisting of many and various and powerful interests, combined into one mass, and held together by the cohesive power of the vast surplus in the banks.
We wish that this column, rising towards heaven among the pointed spires of so many temples dedicated to God, may contribute also to produce in all minds a pious feeling of dependence and gratitude. We wish, finally, that the last object to the sight of him who leaves his native shore, and the first to gladden his who revisits it, may be something which shall remind him of the liberty and the glory of his country. Let it rise! let it rise, till it meet the sun in his coming; let the earliest light of the morning gild it, and the parting day linger and play on its summit!
Mind is the great lever of all things; human thought is the process by which human ends are ultimately answered.
Knowledge is the only fountain both of the love and the principles of human liberty.
America has furnished to the world the character of Washington. And if our American institutions had done nothing else, that alone would have entitled them to the respect of mankind.
When tillage begins, other arts follow. The farmers therefore are the founders of human civilization.
Justice, sir, is the great interest of man on earth.
The gentleman has not seen how to reply to this, otherwise than by supposing me to have advanced the doctrine that a national debt is a national blessing.
Though man a thinking being is defined,
Few use the grand prerogative of mind.
How few think justly of the thinking few!
How many never think, who think they do!