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All are of the race of God, and have in themselves good.

America, thou half-brother of the world; with something good and bad of every land.

And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.

Any heart turned Godward feels more joyIn one short hour of prayer, than e'er was raisedBy all the feasts of earth since its foundation.

A poet not in love is out at sea; He must have a lay-figure.

Application is the price to be paid for mental acquisition. To have the harvest, we must sow the seed.

Art is a man's nature; nature is God's art.

Ask not of me, love, what is love? Ask what is good of God above; Ask of the great sun what is light; Ask what is darkness of the night; Ask sin of what may be forgiven; Ask what is happiness of heaven; Ask what is folly of the crowd; Ask what is fashion of the shroud; Ask what is sweetness of thy kiss; Ask of thyself what beauty is.

As the master so the valet.

Blest is he whose heart is the home of the great dead and their great thoughts.

Burn to be great, Pay not thy praise to lofty things alone. The plains are everlasting as the hills, The bard cannot have two pursuits; aught else Comes on the mind with the like shock as though Two worlds had gone to war, and met in air.

Corruption springs from light: 'tis one same power Creates, preserves, destroys; matter whereon It works, on e'er self-transmutative form, Common to now the living, now the dead.

Could I love less, I should be happier now.

Could we but think with the intensity we love with, we might do great things.

Dear Lord, our God and Saviour! for Thy gifts The world were poor in thanks, though every soul Were to do nought but breathe them, every blade Of grass, and every atomie of earth To utter it like dew.

Death is another life.

Death is the universal salt of states; Blood is the base of all things--law and war.

Death, thou art infinite; it is life is little.

Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die. The sun insists on gladness; but at night, When he is gone, poor Nature loves to weep.

Doubt is the shadow of truth.

England! my country, great and free! Heart of the world, I leap to thee!

Envy's a coal comes hissing hot from Hell.

Error is worse than ignorance.

Every believer is God's miracle.

Evil and good are God's right hand and left.

Evil is limited. One cannot form A scheme for universal evil.

Evil then results from imperfection.

Fine thoughts are wealth, for the right use of which Men are and ought to be accountable,-- If not to Thee, to those they influence.

For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed, So poets live upon the living light.

For ivy climbs the crumbling hall To decorate decay.

Fulfill thy fate! Be-do-bear-and thank God.

Grief hallows hearts, even while it ages heads.

Hell is the wrath of God--His hate of sin.

He hath no power that hath not power to use.

He is a fool who is not for love and beauty. I speak unto the young, for I am of them and always shall be.

Hell is more bearable than nothingness.

He who has most of heart knows most of sorrow.

How slight a chance may raise or sink a soul!

I am tired of looking on what is, One might as well see beauty never more, As look upon it with an empty eye. I would this world were over. I am tired.

I cannot be content with less than heaven; Living, and comprehensive of all life. Thee, universal heaven, celestial all; Thee, sacrjd seat of intellective time; Field of the soul 's best wisdom : home of truth , Star-throned.

I cannot love as I have loved, And yet I know not why; It is the one great woe of life To feel all feeling die.

Imagination is the air of mind.

I run the gauntlet of a file of doubts, Each one of which down hurls me to the ground.

It is fine to stand upon some lofty mountain thought, and feel the spirit stretch into a view.

It is much less what we do than what we think, which fits us for the future.

It is sad To see the light of beauty wane away, Know eyes are dimming, bosoms shrivelling, feet Losing their springs, and limbs their lily roundness; But it is worse to feel the heart-spring gone, To lose hope, care not for the coming thing, And feel all things go to decay within us.

Kindness is wisdom. There is none in life But needs it and may learn.

Leave the poor Some time for self-improvement. Let them not Be forced to grind the bones out of their arms For bread, but have some space to think and feel Like moral and immortal creatures.

Let each man think himself an act of God, His mind a thought, his life a breath of God; And let each try, by great thoughts and good deeds, To show the most of Heaven he hath in him.

Life hath more awe than death.