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The graceful tear that streams for others’ woes.
Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)
Thus was beauty sent from heaven, the lovely ministress of truth and good in this dark world.
Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)
Hark! how the gentle echo from her cell
Talks through the cliffs, and murmuring o’er the stream,
Repeats the accent—we shall part no more.
Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)
We taste the fragrance of the rose.
Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)
This was Shakespeare’s form;
Who walked in every path of human life,
Felt every passion; and to all mankind
Doth now, will ever, that experience yield
Which his own genius only could acquire.
Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)
What, then, is taste, but those internal powers, active and strong, and feelingly alive to each fine impulse? a discerning sense of decent and sublime, with quick disgust from things deformed, or disarranged, or gross in species? This, nor gems, nor stores of gold, nor purple state, nor culture, can bestow, but God alone when first his sacred hand imprints the secret bias of the soul.
Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)
From bounty issues power.
Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)
The immortal mind, superior to his fate,
Amid the outrage of external things,
Firm as the solid base of this great world,
Rests on his own foundation. Blow, ye winds!
Ye waves! ye thunders! roll your tempests on!
Shake, ye old pillars of the marble sky!
Till at its orbs and all its worlds of fire
Be loosen’d from their seats; yet still serene,
The unconquer’d mind looks down upon the wreck;
And ever stronger as the storms advance,
Firm through the closing ruin holds his way,
When nature calls him to the destin’d goal.
Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)