One unquestioned text we read, All doubt beyond, all fear above; Nor crackling pile nor cursing creed Can burn or blot it-God is love.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809 - 1894)
Source: What we all think.
Contributed by: Zaady
Like sentinel and nun, they keep Their vigil on the green.
Source: The Cambridge Churchyard.
To brag little, to lose well, To crow gently if in luck, To pay up, to own up, To shut up if beaten, Are the virtues of a sportingman.
The freeman casting with unpurchased hand The vote that shakes the turrets of the land.
Source: Poetry, a Metrical Essay.
It went to pieces all at once- All at once and nothing first, Just as bubbles do when they burst.
Source: The Deacon’s Masterpiece
Where go the poet's lines? Answer, ye evening tapers! Ye auburn locks, ye golden curls, Speak from your folded papers!
Source: The Poet's Lot.
Man has his will - but woman has her way.
Source: The Autocrat of the Breakfast Table
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day?
The man who is always worrying whether or not his soul would be damned generally has a soul that isn't worth a damn.
To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it - but we must sail and not drift, nor lie at anchor.
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