Because science flourishes, must poesy decline? The complaint serves but to betray the weakness of the class who urge it. True, in… — Hugh Miller Copy Share Image
Nature is a vast tablet, inscribed with signs, each of which has its own significancy, and becomes poetry in the mind when… — Hugh Miller Copy Share Image
Poets need be in no degree jealous of the geologists. The stony science, with buried creations for its domains, and half an… — Hugh Miller Copy Share Image
They were, I doubt not, happy enough in their dark stalls, because they were horses, and had plenty to eat; and I was at… — Hugh Miller Copy Share Image
The six thousand years of human history form but a portion of the geologic day that is passing over us: they do not extend… — Hugh Miller Copy Share Image
It is an excellent circumstance that hospitality grows best where it is most needed. In the thick of men it dwindles and disappears, life… — Hugh Miller Copy Share Image
But should we continue to linger amid a scene so featureless and wild, or venture adown some yawning opening into the abyss beneath, where… — Hugh Miller Copy Share Image
Save for thee and thy lessons, man in society would everywhere sink into a sad compound of the fiend and the wild beast; and… — Hugh Miller Copy Share Image
The primary rocks, ... I regard as the deposits of a period in which the earth's crust had sufficiently cooled down to permit the… — Hugh Miller Copy Share Image
It is an excellent circumstance that hospitality grows best where it is most needed. — Hugh Miller Copy Share Image
Donald had reached its further edge, and could hear the rush of the stream from the deep obscurity of the abyss below, when there… — Hugh Miller Copy Share Image
The geologist, in those tables of stone which form his records, finds no examples of dynasties once passed away again returning. There has no… — Hugh Miller Copy Share Image
But, in truth, the existing premises, wholly altered by geologic science, are no longer those of Hume. The footprint on the sand — to… — Hugh Miller Copy Share Image
Prayer is so mighty an instrument that no one ever thoroughly mastered all its keys. They sweep along the infinite scale of man's wants… — Hugh Miller Copy Share Image
