"Dirty fellow!" exclaimed the Captain, seizing both her wrists, "hark you, Mrs. Frog, you'd best hold your tongue; for I must make... bold to tell you, if you don't, that I shall make no ceremony of tripping you out of the window, and there you may lie in the mud till some of your Monseers come to help you out of it."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Out of the sighs a little comes, But not of grief, for I have knocked down that... Before the agony; the spirit grows, Forgets, and cries; A little comes, is tasted and found good....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Out of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle,... Out of the Ninth-month midnight, Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child leaving his bed wandered alone, bareheaded, barefootLESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Nature will not let us fret and fume. She does not like our benevolence or our learning much better than she likes our frauds and ...wars. When we come out of the caucus, or the bank, or the abolition-convention, or the temperance-meeting, or the transcendental club, into the fields and woods, she says to us, "so hot? my little Sir."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You see, the sadness is that rainbows follow rainbows, and they last no longer than shooting starsif we knew that we would never c...ome out of the gourd, would we have entered it? I say that God's wrath is on all creatures and, in the end, for him goodness and evil are the samehe kills you.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the West,-- Through all the wide Border his steed was the best,... And, save his good broadsword, he weapon had none,-- He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Sometimes we lodged at an inn in the woods, where trout-fishers from distant cities had arrived before us, and where, to our aston...ishment, the settlers dropped in at nightfall to have a chat and hear the news, though there was but one road, and no other house was visible,--as if they had come out of the earth. There we sometimes read old newspapers, who never before read new ones, and in the rustle of their leaves heard the dashing of the surf along the Atlantic shore, instead of the sough of the wind among the pines. But then walking had given us an appetite even for the least palatable and nutritious food.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »