The city is always recruited from the country. The men in cities who are the centres of energy, the driving-wheels of trade, polit...ics or practical arts, and the women of beauty and genius, are the children or grandchildren of farmers, and are spending the energies which their fathers' hardy, silent life accumulated in frosty furrows in poverty, necessity and darkness.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
...I lost myself in my work and never felt that marriage would give me the security I wanted. I thought that through the trade uni...on movement we working women could get better conditions and security of mind.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Escalus. What do you think of the trade, Pompey? Is it a lawful trade? Pompey. If the law would allow it, sir.... Escalus. But the law will not allow it, Pompey; nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna. Pompey. Does your worship mean to geld and spay all the youth of the city? Escalus. No, Pompey. Pompey. Truly, sir, in my poor opinion they will to't then. If your worship will take order for the drabs and the knaves, you need not to fear the bawds.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past,... I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste. Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow. For precious friends hid in death's dateless night And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, And moan th' expense of many a vanish'd sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone. And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling,... Give me juicy autumnal fruit ripe and red from the orchard, Give me a field where the unmow'd grass grows, Give me an arbor, give me the trellis'd grape, Give me fresh corn and wheat, give me serene-moving animals teaching content,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
(O I see what I sought to escape, confronting, reversing my cries, I see my own soul trampling down what it ask'd for.)...
Keep your splendid silent sun, Keep your woods O Nature, and the quiet places by the woods, Keep your fields of clover and timothy, and your corn-fields and orchards, Keep the blossoming buckwheat fields where the Ninth-month bees hum; Give me faces and streets--give me these phantoms incessant and endless along the trottoirs!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The Lord killeth, and maketh alive; he bringeth down to the grave, and bringeth up.... The Lord maketh poor, and maketh rich: he bringeth low, and lifteth up. Heraiseth up the poor out of the dust, and lifteth up the beggar from the dunghill, to set them among princes, and to make them inherit the throne of glory: for the pillars of the earth are the Lord's and he hath set the world upon them. He will keep the feet of his saints, and the wicked shall be silent in darkness; for by strength shall no man prevail. The adversaries of the Lord shall be broken to pieces; out of heaven shall he thunder upon them: the Lord shall judge the ends of the earth; and he shall give strength unto his king, and exalt the horn of his anointed.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »