One could take down a book from a shelf ten tines more wise and witty than almost any man's conversation. Bacon is wiser, Swift more humorous, than any person one is likely to meet with; but they cannot chime in with the exact frame of thought in which we happen to take them down from our shelves. Therein lies the luxury of conversation: and when a living speaker does not yield us that luxury, he becomes only a book on two legs.
Love's wing moults when caged and captured, only free, he soars enraptured.
Our bugles sang truce - for the night-cloud had lowered, and the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky.
The scented wild-weeds and enamell'd moss.
'Twas sung, how they were lovely in their lives, and in their deaths had not divided been.
Without our hopes, without our fears, without the home that plighted love endears, without the smiles from plighted beauty won, oh! what were man? - a world without a sun.
Melt and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll Cimmerian darkness o'er the parting soul!
Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree-- It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.
The sentinel stars set their watch in the sky.
United States, your banner wears Two emblems--one of fame; Alas! the other that it bears Reminds us of your shame. Your banner's constellation types White freedom with its stars, But what's the meaning of the stripes? They mean your negroes' scars.
Without the smile from partial beauty won, Oh what were man?—a world without a sun.