Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often have I desired to gather you...r children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you were not willing!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Years hence, perhaps, may dawn an age, More fortunate, alas! than we,... Which without hardness will be sage, And gay without frivolity. Sons of the world, oh, speed those years; But, while we wait, allow our tears!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet, To think how mony counsels sweet,... How mony lengthen'd, sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I don't choose to say much upon this head, I'm a plain man, and in a single station,... But--Oh! ye lords of ladies intellectual, Inform us truly, have they not hen-peck'd you all?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Of all the barbarous middle ages, that Which is most barbarous is the middle age... Of man! it is--I really scarce know what; But when we hover between fool and sage, And don't know justly what we would be at-- A period something like a printed page, Black letter upon foolscap, while our hair Grows grizzled, and we are not what we were.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Good writing is always a breaking of the soil, clearing away prejudices, pulling up of sour weeds of crooked thinking, stripping t...he turf so as to get at what is fertile beneath. It would be amusing to carry the simile further. Those bulbs that flower in the sand and wither! The gay fiction annual that has to be planted again every year! Those experimental plants from Russia, France, and Greenwich Village that are always getting winter killed--confound 'em!--is it worth while planting them again? The stocky perennial that keeps coming up and coming up--so easy to grow and so ugly. Scarlet sage that gives a touch of fiery sin to the edge of the suburbanite's concrete walk! And then the good flowers--as honest as they are beautiful! The well-ordered gar den! The climbing rose that escapes and is the most beautiful of all!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There lived a sage in days of yore, And he a handsome pigtail wore;... But wondered much, and sorrowed more, Because it hung behind him.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »