“All that tread,The globe are but a handful to the tribes,That slumber in its bosom.”

“Can anything be imagined more abhorrent to every sentiment of generosity and justice, than the law which arms the rich with the legal right to fix, by assize, the wages of the poor? If this is not ...”

“The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.”

“Weep not that the world changes- did it keep a stable changeless state it were a cause indeed to weep.”

“Eloquence is the poetry of prose.”

“To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms she speaks A various language.”

“Im not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. Ive seen a chunk of the universe, true, but theres still so much more to see. I doubt Ill ever cure t...”

“My hope, my heaven, my trust must be,My gentle guide, in following thee.”

“Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmonious...”