The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees... Is my destroyer. And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O Paddy dear, an' did ye hear the news that's goin' round? The shamrock is by law forbid to grow on Irish ground!... No more Saint Patrick's Day we'll keep, his colour can't be seen, For there's a cruel law agin the wearin' o' the Green!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
All the distinguished writers of that period [the Renaissance] possess a greater vigor and naturalness than the more modern,--for ...it is allowed to slander our own time,--and when we read a quotation from one of them in the midst of a modern author, we seem to have come suddenly upon a greener ground, a greater depth and strength of soil. It is as if a green bough were laid across the page, and we are refreshed as by the sight of fresh grass in midwinter or early spring. You have constantly the warrant of life and experience in what you read. The little that is said is eked out by implication of the much that was done. The sentences are verdurous and blooming as evergreen and flowers, because they are rooted in fact and experience, but our false and florid sentences have only the tints of flowers without their sap or roots.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In those days, the blag slag, the waste of the coal pits, had only begun to cover the side of our hill. Not enough to mar the coun...tryside nor blacken the beauty of our village. For the colliery had only begun to poke its skinny black fingers between the green.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Hallie: Ranse, do you think I could, I, I mean, grown up and all? Do you think I could learn to read? Ranse: Why sure you can..., Hallie. Why, there's nothing to it. It'd be, it'd be easy. Can you learn how to read? Why, I, I can teach you. A smart girl like you. Of course you can learn how to read. Now you wanna try? Hallie, I'll teach ya how. In no time you'll be reading everything. Hallie: It's awful worrisome not knowin' how. I know the good book from preacher talk. But it'd be a sole comfort if I could read the words for myself.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Just across the Green from the post office is the county jail, seldom occupied except by some backwoodsman who has been intemperat...e; the courthouse is under the same roof. The dog warden usually basks in the sunlight near the harness store or the post office, his golden badge polished bright.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He with cowslips pale, Primrose, and purple lychnis, decked the green... Before my threshold, and my shelving walls With honeysuckle covered.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It will be the mistake of your life if you go into print in your own defence [sic]. Your denial will reach a new set of people and... start them to talking, while the ones who read the original charges will never see the refutation of them.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
As the shade went up And the ambulance came crashing through the dust... Of the new day, the moon and the sun and the stars, And the iceberg slowly sank In the volcano and the sea ran far away Yellow over the hot sand, green as the green trees.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There's only one good test of pornography. Get twelve normal men to read the book, and then ask them, "Did you get an erection?" I...f the answer is "Yes" from a majority of the twelve, then the book is pornographic.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »