Coerced innocence is like an imprisoned lark,--open the door, and it is off forever. The bird that roams through the sky and… — Thomas Chandler Haliburton Copy Share Image
Behold the groves that shine with silver frost, their beauty withered, and their verdure lost! — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
It would much conduce to the public benefit, if, instead of discouraging free-thinking, there was erected in the midst of this free… — George Berkeley Copy Share Image
I grew up in a utopia, I did. California when I was a child was a child's paradise, I was healthy, well… — Kim Stanley Robinson Copy Share Image
Warmest climes but nurse the cruellest fangs: the tiger of Bengal crouches in spiced groves of ceaseless verdure. Skies the most effulgent… — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
For the Christ of whom I speak has been revealed in this, the Dispensation of the Fulness [sic] of Times. He, together… — Gordon B. Hinckley Copy Share Image
When a poet mentions the spring, we know that the zephyrs are about to whisper, that the groves are to recover their… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
At the close of the day when the hamlet is still, and mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, when naught but the… — James Beattie Copy Share Image
