Quotes
Quotes about Wit
Shall the iron argue with the smith what it would be?
Or, shall the wrought iron reason with the monger
To whom it would be sold?
I have need of the sky,
I have business with the grass;
I will up and get me away where the hawk is wheeling
Lone and high,
And the slow clouds go by.
I will get me away to the waters that glass
The clouds as they pass.
I will get me away to the woods.
I would mould a world of fire and dew
With no one bitter, grave, or over wise,
And nothing marred or old to do you wrong.
Time softly there
Laughs through the abyss of radiance with the gods.
Hark, below, the many-voiced earth,
The chanting of the old religious trees,
Rustle of far-off waters, woven sounds
Of small and multitudinous lives awake,
Peopling the grasses and the pools with joy,
Uttering their meaning to the mystic night!
He was himself and he had lost the speed
He started with, and he was left behind.
Go down to Kew in lilac-time, in lilac-time, in lilac-time;
Go down to Kew in lilac-time (it is n't far from London!)
And you shall wander hand in hand with love in summer's wonder-land;
Go down to Kew in lilac-time (it is n't far from London!)
Ye that follow the vision
Of the world's weal afar,
Have ye met with derision
And the red laugh of war?
Yet the thunder shall not hurt you
Nor the battle storms dismay;
Tho' the sun in heaven desert you
"Love will find out the way."
Our hearts were drunk with a beauty
Our eyes could never see.
She sat with hands as if to bless,
And looked with grave ethereal eyes;
Ensouled by ancient Quietness,
A gentle priestess of the Wise.
"Strike one" the Umpire said.
From the bleachers black with people there rose a sullen roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore,
"Kill him! Kill the Umpire!" shouted some one from the stand--
And it's likely they 'd have done it had not Casey raised his hand.
I am immortal! I know it! I feel it!
Hope floods my heart with delight!
Running on air, mad with life, dizzy, reeling,
Upward I mount--faith is sight, life is feeling,
Hope is the day-star of might!
May I govern my passion with absolute sway,
And grow wiser and better as my strength wears away.
My galligaskins, that have long withstood
The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts,
By time subdued (what will not time subdue!),
A horrid chasm disclosed.
Busy, curious, thirsty fly,
Drink with me, and drink as I.
Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,
The queen of the world and child of the skies!
Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold,
While ages on ages thy splendors unfold.
Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing,
Hope, and comfort from above;
Let us each, thy peace possessing,
Triumph in redeeming love.
While Thee I seek, protecting Power,
Be my vain wishes stilled;
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be filled.
Our country! In her intercourse with foreign nations may she always be in the right; but our country, right or wrong.
Not she with trait'rous kiss her Saviour stung,
Not she denied him with unholy tongue;
She, while apostles shrank, could danger brave,
Last at his cross and earliest at his grave.
Rise up, rise up, Xarifa! lay your golden cushion down;
Rise up! come to the window, and gaze with all the town.
What fairy-like music steals over the sea,
Entrancing our senses with charmed melody?
Sparkling and bright in liquid light
Does the wine our goblets gleam in;
With hue as red as the rosy bed
Which a bee would choose to dream in.
The very mudsills of society.... We call them slaves.... But I will not characterize that class at the North with that term; but you have it. It is there, it is everywhere; it is eternal.
We are Republicans, and don't propose to leave our party and identify ourselves with the party whose antecedents have been Rum, Romanism, and Rebellion.
