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Welcome, wild harbinger of spring! To this small nook of earth; Feeling and fancy fondly cling, Round thoughts which owe their birth, To thee, and to the humble spot, Where chance has fixed thy lowly lot.
Bernard Barton -
As I walk'd by myself, I talk'd to myself, And myself replied to me; And the questions myself then put to myself, With their answers I give to thee.
Bernard Barton
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No age, sex, or condition is above or below the absolute necessity of modesty; but without it one is vastly beneath the rank of man.
Bernard Barton -
That thorny path, those stormy skies, have drawn our spirits nearer; and rendered us, by sorrow's ties, each to the other dearer.
Bernard Barton -
Obstinacy and vehemency in opinion are the surest proofs of stupidity.
Bernard Barton -
Patience wins the race.
Bernard Barton