The tender violet bent in smiles To elves that sported nigh, Tossing the drops of fragrant dew To scent the evening sky. — Elizabeth Oakes Smith Copy Share Image
We're disappointed because you think the neighborhood is safe, it's very quiet here. — Elizabeth Oakes Smith Copy Share Image
The tender violet bent in smiles To elves that sported nigh, Tossing the drops of fragrant dew To scent the evening sky. — Elizabeth Oakes Smith Copy Share Image
The measure of capacity is the measure of sphere to either man or woman. — Elizabeth Oakes Smith Copy Share Image
My friends, do we realize for what purpose we are convened? Do we fully understand that we aim at nothing less than an entire… — Elizabeth Oakes Smith Copy Share Image
Tis rushing now adown the spout, And gushing out below, Half frantic in its joyousness, And wild in eager flow. The earth is dried… — Elizabeth Oakes Smith Copy Share Image
T is the summer prime, when the noiseless air in perfumed chalice lies. — Elizabeth Oakes Smith Copy Share Image
White wing'd angels meet the child On the vestibule of life. — Elizabeth Oakes Smith Copy Share Image
How beautiful the water is! To me 'tis wondrous fair-- No spot can ever lonely be If water sparkle there; It hath a thousand… — Elizabeth Oakes Smith Copy Share Image
Yes, this is life; and everywhere we meet, Not victor crowns, but wailings of defeat. — Elizabeth Oakes Smith Copy Share Image
