Fear no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages;... Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat, To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this and come to dust.
Fear no more the lightning flash, Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone; Fear not slander, censure rash; Thou hast finished joy and moan: All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee and come to dust.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I never saw that great woman, Mary Wollstonecraft, but I have read her eloquent and unanswerable arguments in behalf of the libert...y of womankind. I have met and known most of the progressive women who came after her--Lucretia Mott, the Grimke sisters, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Lucy Stone--a long galaxy of great women.... Those older women have gone on, and most of those who worked with me in the early years have gone. I am here for a little time only and then my place will be filled as theirs was filled. The fight must not cease; you must see that it does not stop.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit... There is not even silence in the mountains But dry sterile thunder without rainLESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
So 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet. I put my hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone; then I f...elt to his knees, and so upward and upward, and all was as cold as any stone.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! Spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters.... I tax you not, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, called you children.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »