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I call the Living--I mourn the Dead--
I break the Lightning.
I call the Living--I mourn the Dead--
I break the Lightning.
The cattle upon a thousand hills.
The cattle upon a thousand hills.
Man was made when Nature was but an apprentice, but woman when
she was a skilful mistress of her read more
Man was made when Nature was but an apprentice, but woman when
she was a skilful mistress of her art.
Doubtless there are men of great parts that are guilty of
downright bashfulness, that by a strange hesitation and read more
Doubtless there are men of great parts that are guilty of
downright bashfulness, that by a strange hesitation and
reluctance to speak murder the finest and most elegant thoughts
and render the most lively conceptions flat and heavy.
Nothing is more dangerous than an idea, when a man has only one
idea.
Nothing is more dangerous than an idea, when a man has only one
idea.
A cat may look like a king.
A cat may look like a king.
Imagination is the highest kite one can fly.
Imagination is the highest kite one can fly.
Listen to the Exhortation of the Dawn!
Look to this Day! For it is Life,
The very read more
Listen to the Exhortation of the Dawn!
Look to this Day! For it is Life,
The very Life of Life.
In its brief course lie all the Varieties
And Realities of your Existence;
The Bliss of Growth,
The Glory of Action,
The Splendor of Beauty;
For Yesterday is but a Dream,
And Tomorrow is only a Vision;
But Today well lived
Makes every Yesterday a Dream of Happiness,
And every Tomorrow a Vision of Hope.
Look well therefore to this Day!
Such is the Salutation of Dawn.
Some say "to-morrow" never comes,
A saying oft thought right;
But if to-morrow never came,
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Some say "to-morrow" never comes,
A saying oft thought right;
But if to-morrow never came,
No end were of "to-night."
The fact is this, time flies so fast,
That e'er we've time to say
"To-morrow's come," presto! behold!
"To-morrow" proves "To-day."
Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious
and kind. May her touch be soft read more
Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious
and kind. May her touch be soft like that of wool, or a young
woman, and may she protect thee from the depths of destruction.
Rise above him, O Earth, do not press painfully on him, give him
good things, give him consolation, as a mother covers her child
with her cloth, cover thou him.
