For this is action, this is not being sure, this careless Preparing, sowing the seeds crooked in the furrow,... Making ready to forget, and always coming back To the mooring of starting out, that day so long ago.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
... while our men seem thoroughly abreast of the times on almost every other subject, when they strike the woman question they dro...p back into sixteenth century logic. They leave nothing to be desired generally in regard to gallantry and chivalry, but they actually do not seem sometimes to have outgrown that old contemporary of chivalry--the idea that women may stand on pedestals or live in doll houses,... but they must not furrow their brows with thought or attempt to help men tug at the great questions of the world.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What is a farm but a mute gospel? The chaff and the wheat, weeds and plants, blight, rain, insects, sun--it is a sacred emblem fro...m the first furrow of spring to the last stack which the snow of winter overtakes in the fields.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The Same, the Same: friend and foe are of one stuff; the ploughman, the plough, and the furrow, are of one stuff; and the stuff is... such, and so much, that the variations of form are unimportant.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Wake from thy nest, robin redbreast! Sing, birds, in every furrow,... And from each bill let music shrill Give my fair Love good morrow!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Why, he was met even now As mad as the vexed sea, singing aloud,... Crowned with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With hardocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow, And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow;... Thou canst help time to furrow me with age, But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
With a bending sail we glided rapidly by Tyngsborough and Chelmsford, each holding in one hand half of a tart country apple pie wh...ich we had purchased to celebrate our return, and in the other a fragment of the newspaper in which it was wrapped, devouring these with divided relish, and learning the news which had transpired since we sailed. The river here opened into a broad and straight reach of great length, which we bounded merrily over before a smacking breeze, with a devil-may-care look in our faces, and our boat a white bone in its mouth, and a speed which greatly astonished some scow boatmen whom we met. The wind in the horizon rolled like a flood over valley and plain, and every tree bent to the blast, and the mountains like school-boys turned their cheeks to it.... Thus we sailed, not being able to fly, but as next best, making a long furrow in the fields of the Merrimack toward our home, with our wings spread, but never lifting our heel from the watery trench; gracefully plowing homeward with our brisk and willing team, wind and stream, pulling together, the former yet a wild steer, yoked to his more sedate fellow. It was very near flying, as when the duck rushes through the water with an impulse of her wings, throwing the spray about her before she can rise. How we had stuck fast if drawn up but a few feet on the shore!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »