When we pulled out into the winter night and the real snow, our snow, began to stretch out beside us and twinkle… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
The individual man is transitory, but the pulse of life and of growth goes on after he is gone, buried under a… — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings Copy Share Image
Daughter of heaven and earth, coy Spring, With sudden passion languishing, Teaching barren moors to smile, Painting pictures mile on mile, Holds… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
...I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow... — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
If there were nothing else of Abraham Lincoln for history to stamp him with, it is enough to send him with his… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
I turn my eyes to the schools & universities of Europe And there behold the loom of Locke whose woof rages dire,… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Yet reason frowns in war's unequal game, Where wasted nations raise a single name; And mortgag'd states their grandsire's wreaths regret, From… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
In tangled wreath, in clustered gleaming stars, In floating, curling sprays, The golden flower comes shining though the woods These February days;… — Constance Fenimore Woolson Copy Share Image
O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
A club there is of smokers--dare you come To that close, clouded, hot, narcotic room? When, midnight past, the very candles seem… — George Crabbe Copy Share Image
And sometimes when I am weary, When the path is thorny and Wild, I'll look back to the Eyes in the twilight,… — Voltairine de Cleyre Copy Share Image
Your honors here may serve you for a time, as it were for an hour, but they will be of no use… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
That headlong ivy! not a leaf will grow But thinking of a wreath, . . . I like such ivy; bold to… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
I think, whatever mortals crave, With impotent endeavor, A wreath--a rank--a throne--a grave-- The world goes round forever; I think that life… — Winthrop Mackworth Praed Copy Share Image
Alice! A childish story take, And with a gentle hand, Lay it where Childhood's dreams are twined In Memory's mystic band, Like… — Lewis Carroll Copy Share Image
As from a large heap of flowers many garlands and wreaths are made, so by a mortal in this life there is… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Blackened skeleton arms of wood by the wayside pointed upward to the convent, as if the ghosts of former travellers, overwhelmed by… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
At 50, I thought proudly: Here we are, half century! Being 60 was fairly frightening. You want to know how I spent… — Bette Davis Copy Share Image
Heaped on the floor were turkeys, geese, game, poultry, brawn, great joints of meat, sucking pigs, long wreaths of sausages, mince-pies, plum-puddings,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
My mother…was perfectly horrified when I began shooting and tried to keep me in school, but I would run away and go… — Annie Oakley Copy Share Image
