Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness--a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster-children into strength and athleti...c proportion.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
on thy brow Shall sit a nobler grace than now.... Deep in the brightness of the skies The thronging years in glory rise. And, as they fleet, Drop strength and riches at thy feet.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Oh mother of a mighty race, Yet lovely in thy youthful grace!... The elder dames, thy haughty peers, Admire and hate thy blooming years.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Merrily swinging on brier and weed, Near to the nest of his litle dame,... Over the mountainside or mead, Robert of Lincoln is telling his name: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
To him who, in the love of Nature, holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks... A various language: for his gayer hoursLESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
So live that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves... To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him and lies down to pleasant dreams.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »