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White wing'd angels meet the child On the vestibule of life.
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Spain- a great whale stranded on the shores of Europe.
Elizabeth Oakes Smith
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How beautiful the water is! To me 'tis wondrous fair-- No spot can ever lonely be If water sparkle there; It hath a thousand tongues of mirth, Of grandeur, or delight, And every heart is gladder made When water greets the sight.
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Yes, this is life; and everywhere we meet, Not victor crowns, but wailings of defeat.
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Tis rushing now adown the spout, And gushing out below, Half frantic in its joyousness, And wild in eager flow. The earth is dried and parched with heat, And it hath long'd to be Released from out the selfish cloud, To cool the thirsty tree.
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T is the summer prime, when the noiseless air in perfumed chalice lies.
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How few women have any history after the age of thirty!
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Faith is the subtle chain Which binds us to the infinite.
Elizabeth Oakes Smith
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Faith is the subtle chain which binds us to the infinite; the voice of a deep life within, that will remain until we crowd it thence.
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The tender violet bent in smiles To elves that sported nigh, Tossing the drops of fragrant dew To scent the evening sky.
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The measure of capacity is the measure of sphere to either man or woman.
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We're disappointed because you think the neighborhood is safe, it's very quiet here.
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My friends, do we realize for what purpose we are convened? Do we fully understand that we aim at nothing less than an entire subversion of the present order of society, a dissolution of the whole existing social compact?
Elizabeth Oakes Smith