Harte

Cited as Harte. — 16 quotations

This bolts the matter fairly to the bran.

Just rich enough, with economic care, To save a pittance.

The youthful sailors thus with early care Their arms experience, and for sea prepare.

Or Catch that airy fugitive called wit.

With fasting mortified, worn out with tears.

A nameless dwelling and an unknown name.

He learned with patience, and with meekness taught.

Where nature pencils butterflies on flowers.

Speak, vassal; recognize thy sovereign queen.

Each sluice of affluent fortune opened soon.

Pride had not sour'd nor wrath debased my heart.

At this one stroke the man looked dead in law.

Their vigor sickens, and their tints decline.

Each seeming trip, and each digressive start.

In those fair vales, by nature formed to please.

Each herb he knew, that works or good or ill.