Great Throughts Treasury

"And doth, with his eternal motion make a sound like thunder ? everlasting."

"And he is oft the wisest man who is not wise at all."

"And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, and near a thousand tables pined and wanted food."

"And mighty poets in their misery dead."

"And much it grieved my heart to think what Man has made of Man."

"And now I see with eye serene the very pulse of the machine a being breathing thoughtful breath a traveler betwixt life and death the reason firm the temperate will endurance Foresight Strength and skill"

"And now I see with eye serene the very pulse of the machine."

"And now, with gleams of half-extinguished thought, with many recognitions dim and faint, and somewhat of a sad perplexity, the picture of the mind revives again: while here I stand, not only with the sense of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts that in this moment there is life and food for future years. And so I dare to hope, though changed, no doubt, from what i was when first i came among these hills;"

"And oft I thought (my fancy was-so strong) that I, at last, a resting-place had found: 'Here: will I dwell,' said I,' my whole life long, roaming the illimitable waters round; here will I live, of all but heaven disowned. And end my days upon the peaceful flood ? to break my dream the vessel reached its bound; and homeless near a thousand homes I stood, and near a thousand tables pined and wanted food."

"And often, glad no more, we wear a face of joy because we have been glad of yore."

"And sings a solitary song that whistles in the wind."

"And so the grandeur of the Forest-tree comes not by casting in a formal mold, but from its own divine vitality."

"And stepping westward seemed to be a kind of heavenly destiny."

"And 't is my faith, that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes."

"And that unless above himself he can erect himself, how poor a thing is man."

"And the most difficult of tasks to keep heights which the soul is competent to gain."

"And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw."

"And 'tis my faith, that every flower enjoys the air it breathes."

"And we shall find a pleasure in the dimness of the stars."

"And when a damp fell round the path of Milton, in his hand the thing became a trumpet; whence he blew soul-animating strains,?alas! too few."

"And yet not choice but habit rules the unreflecting herd."

"And yet the wiser mind mourns less for what age takes away than what it leaves behind."

"And you must love him, ere to you he will seem worthy of your love."

"And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law in calmness made, and sees what he foresaw."

"And, when the stream which overflowed the soul was passed away, a consciousness remained that it had left, deposited upon the silent shore of memory, images and precious thoughts that shall not die, and cannot be destroyed."

"Another morn risen on mid-noon."

"Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears, to me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears."

"Another year! - another deadly blow! Another mighty empire overthrown! And we are left, or shall be left, alone."

"As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie couched on the bald top of an eminence."

"As high as we have mounted in delight, in our dejection do we sing as low."

"As if his whole vocation were endless imitation."

"As if the man had fixed his face, in many a solitary place, against the wind and open sky!"

"As in the eye of Nature he has lived, So in the eye of Nature let him die!"

"As thou these ashes, little brook, wilt bear into the Avon, Avon to the tide of Severn, Severn to the narrow seas, into main ocean they, this deed accursed an emblem yields to friends and enemies how the bold teacher's doctrine, sanctified by truth, shall spread, throughout the world dispersed."

"At length the Man perceives it die away, and fade into the light of common day."

"Babylon, learned and wise, hath perished utterly, nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh that would lament her."

"Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there."

"Because the good old rule sufficeth them, the simple plan, that they should take, who have the power, and they should keep who can."

"Beclouded the sky is low, the clouds are mean, a travelling flake of snow across a barn or through a rut debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day how someone treated him; nature, like us, is sometimes caught without her diadem."

"Behold her, single in the field, yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, and sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the vale profound is overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chant more welcome notes to weary bands of travelers in some shady haunt, among Arabian sands: a voice so thrilling ne'er was heard in spring-time from the cuckoo-bird breaking the silence of the seas among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow for old, unhappy, far-off things, and battles long ago: or is it some more humble lay, familiar matter of today? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, that has been, and may be again! Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang as if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, and o'er the sickle bending; I listened, motionless and still; and as I mounted up the hill the music in my heart I bore, long after it was heard no more."

"Behold, within the leafy shade, those bright blue eggs together laid! On me the chance-discovered sight gleamed like a vision of delight."

"Beloved Vale, I said, When I shall con those many records of my childish years."

"Blessed barrier between day and day."

"Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!"

"Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive but to be young was very heaven."

"Books are yours, within whose silent chambers treasure lies preserved from age to age; more precious far than that accumulated store of gold and orient gems, which, for a day of need, the Sultan hides deep in ancestral tombs. These hoards of truth you can unlock at will:"

"Books! tis a dull and endless strife: come, hear the woodland linnet, how sweet his music! on my life, there's more of wisdom in it."

"Bright flower! Whose home is everywhere bold in maternal nature's care and all the long year through the heir of joy or sorrow, methinks that there abides in thee some concord with humanity, given to no other flower I see the forest through."

"Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark."

"Brothers all in honor, as in one community, scholars and gentlemen."