Can anything be imagined more abhorrent to every sentiment of generosity and justice, than the law which arms the rich with the legal right to fix, by assize, the wages of the poor? If this is not sla...
The melancholy days have come the saddest of the year Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.
Truth crushed to earth shall rise again.
To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms she speaks A various language.
Weep not that the world changes- did it keep a stable changeless state it were a cause indeed to weep.
All that tread,The globe are but a handful to the tribes,That slumber in its bosom.