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,… — 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 tongues of mirth, Of grandeur, or delight, And every heart is gladder made When water greets… — 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
