Napoleon renounced, once for all, sentiments and affections, and would help himself with his hands and his head. With him is no mi...racle, and no magic. He is a worker in brass, in iron, in wood, in earth, in roads, in buildings, in money, and in troops, and a very consistent and wise master-workman. He is never weak and literary, but acts with the solidity and the precision of natural agents. He has not lost his native sense and sympathy with things. Men give way before such a man, as before natural events.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. As a lily among brambles, so is my love among maidens. As an apple tree among the tr...ees of the wood, so is my beloved among young men. With great delight I sat in his shadow, and his fruit was sweet to my taste.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But these young scholars, who invade our hills, Bold as the engineer who fells the wood,... And travelling often in the cut he makes, Love not the flower they pluck, and know it not And all their botany is Latin names. The old men studied magic in the flowers.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
One year They sent a million here:... Here men were drunk like water, burnt like wood. The fat of good And evil, the breast's star of hope Were rendered into soap.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
So pass my Days. But when Nocturnal Shades This World invelop, and th' inclement Air... Persuades Men to repel benumming Frosts, With pleasant Wines, and crackling blaze of Wood; Me Lonely sitting, nor the glimmering Light Of Make-weight Candle, nor the joyous Talk Of loving Friend delights; distress'd, forlorn, Amidst the horrors of the tedious Night, Darkling I sigh, and feed with dismal Thoughts My anxious Mind; or sometimes mournful Verse Indite, and sing of Groves and Myrtle Shades, Or desperate Lady near a purling Stream, Or Lover pendent on a Willow-Tree:LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And being men, hearing the will of Caesar,... It will inflame you, it will make you mad.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
...I am ... one of the wretched and miserable daughters of the descendants of fallen Africa. Do you ask, why are you wretched and ...miserable? I reply, look at many of the most worthy and interesting of us doomed to spen our lives in gentlemen's kitchens. Look at our young men, smark, active and energetic, with souls filled with ambitious fire; if they can look forward, alas! what are their prospects? they can be nothing but the humblest laborers, on account of their dark complexions; hence many of them lose their ambition, and become worthless. Look at our middle-aged men, clad in their rusty plaids and coats; in winter, every cent they earn goes to buy their wood and pay their rents; their poor wives also toil beyond their strength, to help support their families. Look at our aged sires, whose heads are whitened with the frosts of seventy winters, with their old wood-saws on their backs. Alas, what keeps us so? Prejudice, ignorance, and poverty.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »