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The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep to-night.

The press is good or evil according to the character of those who direct it. - It is a mill that grinds all that is put into its hopper. - Fill the hopper with poisoned grain and it will grind it to meal, but there is death in the bread.

There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by.

They seemed like old companions in adversity.
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They talk of short-lived pleasures: be it so; pain dies as quickly, and lets her weary prisoner go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.

Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen. Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook.

To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.

Truth crushed to earth will rise again; the eternal years of God are hers; but error wounded writhes in pain, and dies amid her worshippers.

Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.

Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.

Where hast thou wandered. gentle gale, to find the perfumes thou dost bring?

Winning isn't everything, but it beats anything in second place.

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