Popularity: 3
Vote:   | A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty. |
Popularity: 1
Vote: | A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep. |
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Vote: | A world of blossoms for the bee, Flowers for the sick girl's silent room, For the glad infant sprigs of bloom, We plant with the apple tree. |
Popularity: -3
Vote: | Ah, why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd and under roofs That our frail hands have raised? |
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Vote: | All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom. |
Popularity: 4
Vote: | And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death. |
Popularity: -2
Vote: | And the blue gentian-flower, that, in the breeze, nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last. |
Popularity: -1
Vote: | Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness - a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster - children into strength and athletic proportion. |
Popularity: 1
Vote: | Eloquence is the poetry of prose. |
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Vote: | Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson, Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green. Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealing With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen. |
Popularity: 0
Vote: | Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings. |
Popularity: -2
Vote: | Heed not the night; a summer lodge amid the wild is mine - 'Tis shadowed by the tulip-tree, 'tis mantled by the vine. |
Popularity: 1
Vote: | Here the free spirit of mankind, at length, Throws its last fetters off; and who shall place A limit to the giant's unchained strength, Or curb his swiftness in the forward race? |
Popularity: -1
Vote: | Loveliest of lovely things are they on earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour is prized beyond the sculptured flower. |
Popularity: -1
Vote: | Maidens hearts are always soft: Would that men's were truer! |
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Vote: | Modest and shy as a nun is she; One weak chirp is her only note; Braggarts and prince of braggarts is he, Pouring boasts from his little throat. |
Popularity: 3
Vote: | No trumpet-blast profound the hour in which the Prince of Peace was born; No bloody streamlet stained Earth's silver rivers on the sacred morn. |
Popularity: 1
Vote: | Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign. |
Popularity: 1
Vote: | Poetry is that art which selects and arranges the symbols of thought in such a manner as to excite the imagination the most powerfully and delightfully. |
Popularity: 3
Vote: | Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness. |
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Vote: | That rolls to its appointed end. |
Popularity: 4
Vote: | The daffodil is our doorside queen; she pushes upward the sword already, To spot with sunshine the early green. |
Popularity: 2
Vote: | The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within. |
Popularity: 0
Vote: | The fiercest agonies have shortest reign; And after dreams of horror, comes again The welcome morning with its rays of peace. |
Popularity: 2
Vote: | The groves were God's first temples. |
Popularity: 5
Vote: | The little windflower, whose just opened eye is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at. |
Popularity: 2
Vote: | The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear. |
Popularity: 1
Vote: | The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep to-night. |
Popularity: 1
Vote: | The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love; The ivy climbs the laurel To clasp the boughs above. |
Popularity: 0
Vote: | The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky. |
Popularity: 1
Vote: | There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by. |
Popularity: -2
Vote: | They talk of short-lived pleasures: be it so; pain dies as quickly, and lets her weary the fiercest agonies have shortest reign. |
Popularity: 0
Vote: | Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen. Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook. |
Popularity: 2
Vote: | Thou unrelenting past. |
Popularity: 4
Vote: | To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language. |
Popularity: 2
Vote: | Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger. |
Popularity: 3
Vote: | Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. |
Popularity: 1
Vote: | Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were a cause indeed to weep. |
Popularity: 2
Vote: | Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep. |
Popularity: 1
Vote: | When April winds Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up, Opened in airs of June her multiple OF golden chalices to humming birds And silken-wing'd insects of the sky. |
Popularity: 2
Vote: | Where fall the tears of love the rose appears, and where the ground is bright with friendship's tears, Forget-me-not, and violets, heavenly blue, spring glittering with the cheerful drops like dew. |
Popularity: 3
Vote: | Where hast thou wandered. gentle gale, to find the perfumes thou dost bring? |
Popularity: 3
Vote: | Wild was the day; the wintry sea Moaned sadly on New England's strand, When first the thoughtful and the free, Our fathers, trod the desert land. |
Popularity: -1
Vote: | Winning isn't everything, but it beats anything in second place. |