Great Throughts Treasury

"Sweet drop of pure and pearly light; in thee the rays of Virtue shine; more calmly clear, more mildly bright, than any gem that gilds the mine."

"That mute eloquence which passeth speech."

"Sweet memory, wafted by the gentle gale, oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail, to view the fairy haunts of long-lost hours, blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers."

"That old hereditary bore, the steward."

"The holy calm that leads to heavenly musing."

"She was good as she was fair, None-none on earth above her! As pure in thought as angels are: To know her was to love her."

"That very law which moulds a tear, and bids it trickle from its source, that law preserves the earth a sphere, and guides the planets in their course."

"Then gathering 'round his bed, they climb to share his kisses and with gentle violence there, break in upon a dream not half so fair."

"Then never less alone than when alone."

"Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves,-not dead, but gone before,- He gathers round him."

"The hour arrives, the moment wish'd and fear'd, the child is born by many a pang endear'd and now the mother's ear has caught his cry; O grant the cherub to her asking eye! He comes--she clasps him. To her bosom press'd he drinks the balm of life, and drops to rest."

"The soul of music slumbers in the shell Till waked and kindled by the master's spell; And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour A thousand melodies unheard before!"

"The village church, among the trees, where first our marriage-vows were given, with merry peals shall swell the breeze, and point with taper spire to heaven."

"To know her was to love her."

"Thought and her shadowy brood thy call obey, and place and time are subject to thy sway."

"To fireside happiness, to hours of ease blest with that charm, the certainty to please."

"Thou first, best friend that Heav'n assigns below to sooth and sweeten all the cares we know."

"To vanish in the chinks that Time has made."

"Twilight's soft dews steal o'er the village-green, with magic tints to harmonize the scene. Stilled is the hum that through the hamlet broke when round the ruins of their ancient oak the peasants flocked to hear the minstrel play, and games and carols closed the busy day."

"Vast and deep the mountain shadows grew."

"What remains when hope is fled? She answered, "Endless weeping."

"Ward has no heart, they say, but I deny it: He has a heart, and gets his speeches by it."

"We love music for the buried hopes, the garnered memories, the tender feelings it can summon at a touch."

"When with care we have raised an imaginary treasure of happiness, we find at last that the materials of the structure are frail and perishing, and the foundation itself is laid in the sand."

"Wouldst thou behold his monument? Look around!"