The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;... The day returns, but nevermore Returns the traveler to the shore, And the tide rises, the tide falls.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;... Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveler hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There was a young lady of Ryde Who was carried far out by the tide.... Cried a man-eating shark, "How's this for a lark? I knew that the Lord would provide."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You glorify the women who made their way to the front to reach you in your misery, and nurse you back to life. You called us angel...s. Who opened the way for women to go and make it possible?... For every woman's hand that ever cooled your fevered brows, staunched your bleeding wounds, gave food to your famished bodies, or water to your parching lips, and called back life to your perishing bodies, you should bless God for Susan B. Anthony, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Frances D. Gage and their followers.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Dandyism is the last flicker of heroism in decadent ages.... Dandyism is a setting sun; like the declining star, it is magnificent..., without heat and full of melancholy. But alas! the rising tide of democracy, which spreads everywhere and reduces everything to the same level, is daily carrying away these last champions of human pride, and submerging, in the waters of oblivion, the last traces of these remarkable myrmidons.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »