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'Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass!''
'I blest His name that gave and took/That laid my goods now in dust'
'Why not? Now there are no spirits attacking her, for none in this room is accused of witchcraft!'
'Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flyin. And this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying.
'Well done is twice done'
'You did, you did! You drank a charm to kill ____________ wife!'
'The sovereign pleasure of God, for the present, stays his rough wind; otherwise it would come with fury, and your destruction would come like whirlwind'
'Giles Corey was press'd to death for standing mute, much pains were used with him two days, one after another, by the Court'
'Gave thee life & bid thee feed; by the stream or o'er the mead;'
'What immortal hand of eye; could frame thy fearful symmetry?'
'I cannot dream but I wake and walk about the house as though I find you comin' through the door'
'Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead'
'The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, the higher he's a getting, the sooner will his race be run, and nearer he's to setting'
'The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day, the lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, the plowman homeward plods his weary way, and leaves the world to darkness and to me'
'What could now sustain them but the spirit of God and His grace?'
'What then, poor beast, you must live! An odd ear in twenty-four sheaves'
'Continuous as the stars that shine; And twinkle on the milky way; They stretched in a never-ending line, Along the margin of a bay'
'Dost thou know who made thee?'
'And for thy mother, she alas is poor, which caused her thus to send thee out of door'
'The bow of God's wrath is bent, and the arrow made ready on the string, and justice bends the arrow at your heart, and strains the bow,'
'When the stars throw down their spears; And water'd heaven with their tears'
'So it was when my life began; so it is now I am a man; so be it when I shall grow old, or let me die'
'Some in our house were fighting for their lives, others wallowing in their blood, the house on fire over our heads'
'Aristocracy had made a chain of all the members of the community, from the peasant to the king'
'The music in my heart I bore, long after it was heard no more'
:Know then thyself; presume not God to scan; the proper study of mankind is man:
'As the sentiments of men are known not only by what they receive, but what they reject also'
'This was the defoulest night that my eyes ever saw. Oh the roaring and singing and dancing, and yelling of those black creatures in the night'
'True ease in writing comes from art, not choice; as those move easiest who have learned to dance'
'My heart leaps up when I behold a rainbow in the sky'
'Went to Salem, where, in the meeting-house, the persons accused of Witchcraft were examined'
'When all at once I saw a crowd, a host of golden daffodils'
'Alone she cuts and binds the grain, and sings a melancholy strain;'
'The best laid schemes of mice and men, go often askew,'
'It pleased God before they came half seas over, to smite this young man with grievous disease, of which he died in a desperate manner,'
'Then sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song'
'Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers'
'I have seen too many frightful proofs in court- The devil is alive in Salem, and we dare not quail to follow wherever the accusing finger points'
'Britain, with an army to enforce her tyranny, has declared that she has a right (not only to tax) but 'bind us in all cases whatsoever''
'Say first of God above, or man below; What can we reason, but from what we know?'
'But most thro' midnight streets I hear, how the youthful harlot's curse, blasts the new-born infants tear, and blights with plagues the marriage hearse'
'What through the radience which was once so bright; Be now for ever taken from my sight,'
'It throws him back forever upon himself alone, and threatens in the end to confine him entirely within the solitude of his own heart'
'Thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain, who after birth did'st my side remain,'
'He is meek and he is mild; He has become a little child'
'We will grieve not, rather find; In years that bring the philosophic mind'
'Prudence, indeed, will dictate that governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes'
'Music resembles poetry; in each; Are namesless graces which no methods teach'
'You ugly, creeping, blasted wonder, detested, shunned by saint and sinner, how dare you set your foot upon her- such fine a lady'
'Thy willing soul transpires; at every pore with instant fires'
'For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not'
'America would have flourished as much and probably much more, had no European power taken any notice of her.'
'No children run to lisp their sire's return, or climb his knees the envied kiss to share'
'Oh what a multitude they seem'd, these flowers of London town! Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own'
'I wakened was with thund'ring noise and piteous shreaks of dreadful voice'
'He that would live in peace and at ease, must not speak all he knows, nor judge all he sees'
'You thought to dwell, Till crash! The cruel plough past out through your cell'
'They flash upon that inward eye; Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills'
'Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, have forfeited their ancient English dower'
'He has waged a cruel war against human nature itself, violating its most sacred rights of life and liberty in the persons of a distant people who never offended him,'
'The paths of glory lead but to the grave'
'Beneath them sit the aged men, guardians of the poor; then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door'
'I washed thy face, but more defects I saw, And rubbing off a spot, still made a flaw'
'You will confess yourself or I will take you out and whip you to death!'
'How the Chimney-sweeper's cry, every black'ning Church appals, and the hapless Soldier's sigh runs in blood down Palace walls'
'But at my back I always hear, Time's winged chariot hurrying near'
'Milton thou should'st be living at this hour; England hath need of thee; she is a fen'

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