Great Throughts Treasury

"Small service is true service, while it lasts."

"So build we up the being that we are."

"So was it when my life began; so is it now I am a man; so be it when I shall grow old, or let me die!"

"Society became my glittering bride, And airy hopes my children."

"Society became my glittering bride."

"Society has parted man from man, neglectful of the universal heart."

"Soft is the music that would charm forever; the flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly."

"Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain that has been, and may be again."

"Some sipping punch, some sipping tea, but, as you by their faces see, all silent and all damned!"

"Something between a hindrance and a help."

"Spade! with which Wilkinson hath tilled his lands, And shaped these pleasant walks by Emont's side, Thou art a tool of honor in my hands, I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride."

"Splendor in the Grass - What though the radiance which was once so bright be now for ever taken from my sight, though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower, we will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind; in the primal sympathy which having been must ever be; in the soothing thoughts that spring out of human suffering; in the faith that looks through death, in years that bring the philosophic mind."

"Stepping westward seemed to be a kind of heavenly destiny."

"Stern Daughter of the Voice of God! O Duty! if that name thou love who art a light to guide, a rod to check the erring and reprove."

"Stern winter loves a dirge-like sound."

"Still glides the Stream, and shall forever glide; the Form remains, the Function never dies."

"Still longed for, never seen."

"Strange fits of passion have I known: and I will dare to tell, but in the lover's ear alone, what once to me befell."

"Stranger! henceforth be warned; and know that pride, howe'er disguised in its own majesty, is littleness; that he, who feels contempt for any living thing, hath faculties which he has never used; that thought with him is in its infancy..."

"Strength in what remains behind."

"Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark and shares the nature of infinity."

"Surprised by joy- impatient as the Wind I turned to share the transport-- Oh! with whom but thee, deep buried in the silent tomb, that spot which no vicissitude can find? Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind--but how could I forget thee? Through what power, even for the least division of an hour, have I been so beguiled as to be blind to my most grievous loss? -- That thought's return was the worst pang that sorrow ever bore, save one, one only, when I stood forlorn, knowing my heart's best treasure was no more; that neither present time, nor years unborn could to my sight that heavenly face restore."

"Sweet childish days, that were as long as twenty days are now."

"Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; our meddling intellect mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:? we murder to dissect."

"Sweet Mercy! to the gates of Heaven this minstrel lead, his sins forgiven; the rueful conflict, the heart riven with vain endeavor, and memory of earth's bitter leaven effaced forever."

"'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, and do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind."

"Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense."

"Ten thousand saw I at a glance/ Tossing their heads in sprightly dance."

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

"That best portion of a good man's life; His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love."

"That blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened."

"That heareth not the loud winds when they call, and moveth all together, if it moves at all."

"That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair."

"That mighty orb of song, the divine Milton."

"That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind."

"That time is past, and all its aching joys are now no more, and all its dizzy raptures. Not for this faint i, nor mourn nor murmur, other gifts have followed; for such loss, I would believe, abundant recompense. For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue. And I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the round ocean and the living air, and the blue sky, and in the mind of man; a motion and a spirit, that impels all thinking things, all objects of all thought, and rolls through all things. Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains; and of all that we behold from this green earth; of all the mighty world of eye, and ear,?both what they half create, and what perceive; well pleased to recognize in nature and the language of the sense, the anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, the guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul of all my moral being."

"The bane of all that dread the Devil."

"The best of what we do and are, just God, forgive!"

"The best part of one's life is good deeds and love that no one else knows."

"The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, that no philosophy can lift."

"The budding rose above the rose full blown."

"The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep no more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, the Winds come to me from the fields of sleep."

"The cattle are grazing, their heads never raising; there are forty feeding like one!"

"The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless, lie scattered at the feet of men like flowers."

"The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality."

"The common growth of Mother Earth suffices me, -- her tears, her mirth, her humblest mirth and tears."

"The cottage which was named the Evening Star is gone."

"The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink; I heard a voice; it said `Drink, pretty creature, drink!'"

"The dreary intercourse of daily life, shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb our cheerful faith, that all which we behold is full of blessings, Therefore let the moon shine on thee in thy solitary walk; and let the misty mountain-winds be free to blow against thee."

"The Eagle, he was lord above, And Rob was lord below."