This might be the end of the world. If Joe lost we were back in slavery and beyond help. It would all be true, the accusations tha...t we were lower types of human beings. Only a little higher than apes. True that we were stupid and ugly and lazy and dirty and, unlucky and worst of all, that God Himself hated us and ordained us to be hewers of wood and drawers of water, forever and ever, world without end.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
All who wish to hand down to their children that happy republican system bequeathed to them by their revolutionary fathers, must n...ow take their stand against this consolidating, corrupting money power, and put it down, or their children will become hewers of wood and drawers of water to this aristocratic ragocracy.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If you are one of the hewers of wood and drawers of small weekly paychecks, your letters will have to contain some few items of ne...ws or they will be accounted dry stuff.... But if you happen to be of a literary turn of mind, or are, in any way, likely to become famous, you may settle down to an afternoon of letter-writing on nothing more sprightly in the way of news than the shifting of the wind from south to south-east.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Whenever we awoke in the night, still eking out our dreams with half-awakened thoughts, it was not till after an interval, when th...e wind breathed harder than usual, flapping the curtains of the tent, and causing its cords to vibrate, that we remembered that we lay on the bank of the Merrimack, and not in our chamber at home. With our heads so low in the grass, we heard the river whirling and sucking, and lapsing downward, kissing the shore as it went, sometimes rippling louder than usual, and again its mighty current making only a slight limpid, trickling sound, as if our water-pail had sprung a leak, and the water were flowing into the grass by our side. The wind, rustling the oaks and hazels, impressed us like a wakeful and inconsiderate person up at midnight, moving about, and putting things to rights, occasionally stirring up whole drawers full of leaves at a puff. There seemed to be a great haste and preparation throughout Nature, as for a distinguished visitor.... And then the wind would lull and die away, and we like it fell asleep again.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I don't think of myself as a sex symbol or a servant. I think of myself as somebody who knows how to open the door of a 747 in the... dark, upside down, and under water.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is surely a matter of common observation that a man who knows no one thing intimately has no views worth hearing on things in g...eneral. The farmer philosophizes in terms of crops, soils, markets, and implements, the mechanic generalizes his experiences of wood and iron, the seaman reaches similar conclusions by his own special road; and if the scholar keeps pace with these it must be by an equally virile productivity.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A feather bed had every man, Warm slippers and hot-water can,... Brown windsor from the captain's store, A valet, too, to every four.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You sang far better than you knew; the songs That for your listeners' hungry hearts sufficed... Still live,--but more than this to you belongs: You sang a race from wood and stone to Christ.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This is the poem of the air, Slowly in silent syllables recorded;... This is the secret of despair, Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded, Now whispered and revealed To wood and field.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »