sentence1,sentence2,label
"no wonder the sky was ominous as Hecate’s cauldron—and two sportsmen, crossing a red stubble buck-wheat field, 
seemed guilty Macbeth and foreboding Banquo","Round about the cauldron go;
In the poisoned entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Sweltered venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i’ th’ charmèd pot. ",4.0
    To scatter seeds of life on barbarous shores;,"  Some chaste and angel friend to virgin fame,",0.0
"How calm! how still! the only sound,","But thou, lorn stream, whose sullen tide",2.0
"Consider; for a smile is the chosen vehicle of all ambiguities, Pierre.",Again smile! —-and such a smile as speaks in ambiguity!”,3.0
By virtue's holiest Powers attended.,     Shall melt the musing Briton's eyes;,2.0
"It was one of his fond mother’s whims to perfume the lighter contents of his wardrobe; 
and it was one of his own little femininenesses —-of the sort sometimes curiously observable 
in very rebust-bodied and big-souled men, as Mohammed, for example 
--to be very partial to all pleasant essences","Mahomet, according to accounts handed down by tradition fron his contemporaries, was of the middle stature, 
square built and sinewy, with large hands and feet. In his youth he was uncommonly strong and vigorous; 
in the latter part of his life he inclined to corpulency. His head was capacious, well shaped, 
and well set on a neck which rose like a pillar from his ample chest. His forehead was high, 
broad at the temples, and crossed by vein£. extending down to the eyebrows, which swelled whenever 
he was angry or excited. He had an oval face, marked and expressive features, an aquiline nose, 
black eyes, arched eyebrows which nearly met, a mouth large and flexible, indicative of eloquence; 
very white teeth, somewhat parted and irregular; black hair which waved without a curl on his shoulders, 
and a long and very full beard.",3.0
    To scatter seeds of life on barbarous shores;,  It left unblest her loathed dishonour'd side;,0.0
"""Enceladus! it is Enceladus!” —-Pierre cried out in his sleep.
That moment the phantom faced him; and Pierre saw Enceladus no more; but on the Titan’s armless trunk, 
his own duplicate face and features magnifiedly gleamed upon him with prophetic discomfiture and woe. ","I was, as everybody must be, I should think, very much struck by his magnificent countenance 
--that prodigiously massive brow, those mighty eyes, that seem as if they were calmly looking down 
the depths of ages, and that grand air of repose (which especially appeared to me to characterise his aspect) 
have a sort of quiet mountainous grandeur about them that makes one think, that old Homer, 
had he not been blind, might so have looked, or the awful Son of Coelus and Terra! ",3.0
And pray that never child of song,"The year's best sweets shall duteous rise,",2.0
May know that Poet's sorrows more.                         ,     Whose cold turf hides the buried friend!,2.0
"I have travelled a good deal in Concord; and everywhere, in shops, and offices, and fields, the inhabitants 
have appeared to me to be doing penance in a thousand remarkable ways. ",The soul is no traveller; the wise man stays at home.,3.0
"For the pattern is new in every moment
And every moment is a new and shocking
Valuation of all we have been. ","The existing monuments form an ideal order among themselves, which is modified by the introduction of the new (the really new) work of art among them.",4.0
And pray that never child of song,"  Yon tented sky, this laughing earth,",1.0
"But his sublime intuitiveness also paints to him the sun-like glories of god-like truth and virtue; 
which though ever obscured by the dense fogs of earth, still shall shine eventually in unclouded radiance,
casting illustrative light upon the sapphire throne of God.","And above the firmament that was over their heads was the likeness of a throne, 
as the appearance of a sapphire stone: and upon the likeness of the throne 
was the likeness as the appearance of a man above upon it.",4.0
"    Learned and wise, hath perished utterly,                          ","  Now sublimest triumph swelling,                                   ",0.0
And pray that never child of song,     To deck its Poet's sylvan grave!,2.0
"Oh God, that man should spoil and rust on the stalk, and
be wilted and threshed ere the harvest hath come! ","He, too, was struck, and day by day 
Was wither’d on thestalk away.",3.0
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar;,"  But near it sat ecstatic Wonder,",1.0
"Well, thought Captain Delano, if he has little breeding, the more need to show mine. He descended to the cabin 
to bid a ceremonious, and, it may be, tacitly rebukeful adieu. But to his great satisfaction, Don Benito, as 
if he began to feel the weight of that treatment with which his slighted guest had, not indecorously, 
retaliated upon him, now supported by his servant, rose to his feet, and grasping Captain Delano’s hand, 
stood tremulous; too much agitated to speak. But the good augury hence drawn was suddenly dashed, by his 
resuming all his previous reserve, with augmented gloom, as, with half-averted eyes, he silently reseated 
himself on his cushions. With a corresponding return of his own chilled feelings, Captain Delano bowed and 
withdrew.","After I had ordered my boat to be hauled up and manned, and as I was going to the side of the vessel, in order 
to get into her, Don Bonito came to me, gave my hand a hearty squeeze, and as I thought, seemed to feel the 
weight of the cool treatment with which I had retaliated. I had committed a mistake in attributing his apparent 
coldness to neglect; and as soon as the discovery was made, I was happy to rectify it, by a prompt renewal of 
friendly intercourse. He continued to hold my hand fast till I stepped off the gunwale down the side, when he 
let it go, and stood making me compliments. ",5.0
May know that Poet's sorrows more.                         ,"The genial meads, assign'd to bless",2.0
    To lead in memorable triumph home,"  And thou, thou rich-hair'd youth of morn,",0.0
    By these Religious saved for all posterity.,"  And she, from out the veiling cloud,",0.0
The wounded surgeon,"The physician slain, and of his flesh and blood a receit made, that the patient might recover.",4.0
By virtue's holiest Powers attended.,"Yet once again, dear parted shade,",2.0
"Now let us, as we float along,","  At solemn turney hung on high,",1.0
The evening darkness gathers round,"     Meek Nature's Child, again adieu!",2.0
"Mystery! Mystery!
Mystery of Isabel! 
Mystery! Mystery!
Isabel and Mystery!","Within that awful volume lies
The mystery of mysteries!
Happiest they of human race,
To whom God has granted grace",3.0
"Now let us, as we float along,","Or tears which Love and Pity shed,",2.0
"Of the unnumbered Polynesian chains to the westward, not one partakes of the qualities of the Encantadas or 
Gallipagos, the isles of St. Felix and St. Ambrose, the isles Juan-Fernandez and Massafuero. Of the first, 
it needs not here to speak. The second lie a little above the Southern Tropic; lofty, inhospitable, and 
uninhabitable rocks, one of which, presenting two round hummocks connected by a low reef, exactly resembles 
a huge double-headed shot. The last lie in the latitude of 33°; high, wild and cloven. Juan Fernandez is 
sufficiently famous without further description. Massafuero is a Spanish name, expressive of the fact, that 
the isle so called lies more without, that is, further off the main than its neighbor Juan.","The earliest date concerning them that has been met with in the present investigation,  
is given to the two islands named, one of them after its Islands discoverer, Juan Fernandez, and the other, 
being more distant from the continent, Mas-a-fuera (more  without). According  to 
the dictionary of  Alcedo,  these  islands  were  first  seen  in  1565.
Juan  Fernandez,   the  largest  of  the  two,   is  in  33""  42'  South 
latitude,  and  distant  from  the  American  coast  115 geographical 
leaogues.  Mas-a-fuera  is  28  leagues  to  the  West  of  J.  Fernandez 
and  in  latitude  33°  48'  South.   Whether  they  were  inhabited  or 
not,  at  the  time  they  were  first  discovered  by  Europeans,  is  not 
noticed  in  the  accounts  of  them.   The  land  is  habitable  ;   and 
the  writer  of  Commodore  Anson's  Voyage  mentions,  that  Juan 
Fernandez  obtained  a  grant  of  the  island,  which  bears  his  name, 
on  which  he  resided  some  time;  but  it  was  afterwards  aban- 
doned by  him. ",5.0
And pray that never child of song,"     To breezy lawn, or forest deep,",2.0
"Like split Syrian gourds left withering in the sun, they are cracked by an everlasting drought beneath 
a torrid sky. “Have mercy upon me,” the wailing spirit of the Encantadas seems to cry, “and send Lazarus 
that he may dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, for I am tormented in this flame.”","There was a certain rich man, which was clothed in purple and fine linen, and fared sumptuously every day:
And there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, which was laid at his gate, full of sores,
And desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man's table: 
moreover the dogs came and licked his sores.
And it came to pass, that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham's bosom: 
the rich man also died, and was buried;
And in hell he lifted up his eyes, being in torments, and seeth Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom.
And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip 
of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.
But Abraham said, Son, remember that thou in thy lifetime receivedst thy good things, 
and likewise Lazarus evil things: but now he is comforted, and thou art tormented. ",5.0
"    That, like the Red-cross Knight, they urge their way,","  With many a vow from Hope's aspiring tongue,                      ",0.0
"How calm! how still! the only sound,",  It left unblest her loathed dishonour'd side;,1.0
May know that Poet's sorrows more.                         ,"  Young Fancy thus, to me divinest name,",1.0
The dripping of the oar suspended!,"But thou, lorn stream, whose sullen tide",2.0
"I now recalled all the quiet mysteries which I had noted in the man. I remembered that he never spoke 
but to answer; that, though at intervals he had considerable time to himself, yet I had never seen him 
reading —-no, not even a newspaper; that for long periods he would stand looking out, 
at his pale window behind the screen, upon the dead brick wall; I was quite sure he never visited 
any refectory or eating house; while his pale face clearly indicated that he never drank beer like Turkey, 
or tea and coffee even, like other men; that he never went anywhere in particular that I could learn; 
never went out for a walk, unless, indeed, that was the case at present; that he had declined telling 
who he was, or whence he came, or whether he had any relatives in the world; that though so thin and pale, 
he never complained of ill health. And more than all, I remembered a certain unconscious air of pallid 
—-how shall I call it? —-of pallid haughtiness, say, or rather an austere reserve about him, 
which had positively awed me into my tame compliance with his eccentricities, when I had feared 
to ask him to do the slightest incidental thing for me, even though I might know, from his long-continued 
motionlessness, that behind his screen he must be standing in one of those dead-wall reveries of his.","And now I begin to feel—and perhaps should have sooner felt—that we have talked enough of the Old Manse. 
Mine honored reader, it may be, will vilify the poor author as an egotist for babbling through so many pages 
about a mossgrown country parsonage, and his life within its walls, and on the river, and in the woods, 
and the influences that wrought upon him from all these sources. My conscience, however, does not 
reproach me with betraying anything too sacredly individual to be revealed by a human spirit 
to its brother or sister spirit. How narrow --how shallow and scanty too —-is the stream of thought 
that has been flowing from my pen, compared with the broad tide of dim emotions, ideas, 
and associations which swell around me from that portion of my existence! How little have I told! 
and of that little, how almost nothing is even tinctured with any quality that makes it exclusively my own! 
Has the reader gone wandering, hand in hand with me, through the inner passages of my being? 
and have we groped together into all its chambers and examined their treasures or their rubbish? 
Not so. We have been standing on the greensward, but just within the cavern’s mouth, 
where the common sunshine is free to penetrate, and where every footstep is therefore free to come. 
I have appealed to no sentiment or sensibilities save such as are diffused among us all. 
So far as I am a man of really individual attributes I veil my face; nor am I, nor have I ever been, 
one of those supremely hospitable people who serve up their own hearts, delicately fried, with brain sauce, 
as a tidbit for their beloved public.",2.0
"there is a time for building
And a time for living and for generation
And a time for the wind to break the loosened pane
And to shake the wainscot where the field-mouse trots
And to shake the tattered arras woven with a silent motto.","To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance",5.0
"    That would lament her;Memphis, Tyre, are gone","  Might hope the magic girdle wear,",0.0
"Ere ascending, however, to gaze abroad upon the Encantadas, this sea-tower itself claims attention. It is 
visible at the distance of thirty miles; and, fully participating in that enchantment which pervades the group, 
when first seen afar invariably is mistaken for a sail. Four leagues away, of a golden, hazy noon, it seems 
some Spanish Admiral’s ship, stacked up with glittering canvas. Sail ho! Sail ho! Sail ho! from all three masts. 
But coming nigh, the enchanted frigate is transformed apace into a craggy keep.","Towards sunset, the man on the look-out 
cried out, a sail to the northwest! All sail was made in chase, 
but in a short time we discovered from the masthead, by 
our glasses, that it was one of two rocks that he off the 
north end of Porter’s Island, which we have: called. Baines 
bridge’s Rocks. ",3.0
"Still, the inspiration which had thus far directed him had not been entirely mute and undivulging 
as to many very bitter things which Pierre foresaw in the wide sea of trouble into which he was plunged.","To be or not to be—-that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And, by opposing, end them.",4.0
"How calm! how still! the only sound,","O! vales and wild woods, shall he say",2.0
    By these Religious saved for all posterity.,"    To few the godlike gift assigns,                                ",0.0
"Look at the specimen, sir. One rod will answer for a house so small as this. Look over these recommendations. 
Only one rod, sir; cost, only twenty dollars. Hark! There go all the granite Taconics and Hoosics dashed 
together like pebbles. By the sound, that must have struck something. An elevation of five feet above the 
house, will protect twenty feet radius all about the rod. Only twenty dollars, sir—a dollar a foot. Hark!
—-Dreadful! —-Will you order? Will you buy? Shall I put down your name? Think of being a heap of charred offal, 
like a haltered horse burnt in his stall; and all in one flash!”","The plan adopted was that familiarly known as ""dooming,"" a method of raising money for public purposes then 
common in Pittsfield. In accordance with it, the committee assessed upon each man of property in the parish, 
a sort of semi-voluntary tax, pro-portioned not exactly to what they supposed his resources to be; but based 
partly upon that, and in part upon his interest in the proposed object, his reputed liberality, and his sense 
of duty in such matters. In short, they assigned to each individual that measure of contribution which they 
believed he would voluntarily assume, were he as well-informed in the premises as themselves.",4.0
"Judge, then, how all-desolating and withering the blast, that for Pierre, in one night, 
stripped his holiest shrine of all overlaid bloom, and buried the mild statue of the saint beneath the
prostrated ruins of the soul’s temple itself.","Aye,in the very temple of 
Delight Veil’d Melancholy has her sovran shrine. 
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue 
Can burst Joy’s grape against his palate fine ",3.0
Thy own tongue blister the roof of thy mouth!,Blister’d be thy tongue For such a wish!,4.0
May know that Poet's sorrows more.                         ,  Who feed on heaven's ambrosial flowers.                           ,1.0
The whole earth is our hospital,For this world I count it not an inn but an hospital: a place not to live but to die in.,5.0
"Then both hands dropped on the sheet; and in the twinkling shadows of the evening little Pierre seemed to see, 
that while the hand which he held wore a faint, feverish flush, the other empty one was ashy white as a leper’s.","But Elisha said to him, “Was not my spirit with you when the man got down from his chariot to meet you? 
Is this the time to take money or to accept clothes—or olive groves and vineyards, or flocks and herds, 
or male and female slaves?
Naaman’s leprosy will cling to you and to your descendants forever.” 
Then Gehazi went from Elisha’s presence and his skin was leprous—it had become as white as snow.",3.0
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar;,     Shall scorn thy pale shrine glimmering near!,2.0
"below inveterate scars
Appeasing long forgotten wars.","Raze, lord, my sin's inveterate scars",4.0
"For the pattern is new in every moment
And every moment is a new and shocking
Valuation of all we have been. ","You are not those who saw the harbour
Receding, or those who will disembark.",3.0
"    With all their Arts,but classic lore glides on","    Of all the sons of soul, was known;",0.0
"Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought","We who were living are now dying
With a little patience",4.0
"And it is often to be observed, that as in digging for precious metals in the mines, 
much earthy rubbish has first to be troublesomely handled and thrown out; 
so, in digging in one’s soul for the fine gold of genius, much dullness and common-place is first brought
to light. Happy would it be, if the man possessed in himself some receptacle for his own rubbish of this sort: 
but he is like the occupant of a dwelling, whose, refuse can not be dapped into his own cellar, 
but must be deposited in the street before his own door, for the public functionaries to take care of.","More specially may it now be declared that Professor Teufelsdrockh's acquirements, patience of research, 
philosophic and even poetic vigor, are here made indisputably manifest; 
and unhappily no less his prolixity and tortuosity and manifold ineptitude; 
that, on the whole, as in opening new mine-shafts is not unreasonable, there is much rubbish in his Book, 
though likewise specimens of almost invaluable ore.",4.0
    To their belovèd cells:or shall we say,"  Seraphic wires were heard to sound,",0.0
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar;,"Long, long thy stone and pointed clay",2.0
The evening darkness gathers round,"     And, 'mid the varied landscape weep.",2.0
"    That would lament her;Memphis, Tyre, are gone","  Strange shades o'erbrow the valleys deep,",0.0
"all meditation is worthless, unless it prompt to action"," 
The end of man is an action, and not a thought, though it were the noblest! ",3.0
"A man who has at length found something to do will not need to get a new suit to do it in; for him the old 
will do, that has lain dusty in the garret for an indeterminate period. Old shoes will serve a hero longer 
than they have served his valet,—if a hero ever has a valet, —-bare feet are older than shoes, and he can make 
them do. ","We will also take the liberty to deny altogether that of the witty Frenchman, That no man is a Hero to his 
valet-de-chambre.",4.0
"This to be my wife? I that but the other day weighed anhundred and fifty pounds of solid avoirdupois; 
—-to wed this heavenly fleece? Methinks one husbandly embrace would breakher airy zone, 
and she exhale upward to that heaven whenceshe hath hither come, condensed to mortal sight. ","I am too coarse for ladies; my embraces, That only am acquainted with alarums, Would break their tender bodies.",4.0
"Love was first begot by Mirth and Peace, in Eden, when the
world was young.","keeps peace on earth, quietness by sea, mirth in the winds and elements . . .",3.0
Talk of a divinity in man! ,I am part or particle of God.,5.0
"The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant","Emptiness, absense, separating from God;
The horror of the effortless journey, to the empty land
Which is no land, only emptiness, absence, the Void.",4.0
And pray that never child of song,"  Retiring, sat with her alone,",1.0
"Ere ascending, however, to gaze abroad upon the Encantadas, this sea-tower itself claims attention. It is 
visible at the distance of thirty miles; and, fully participating in that enchantment which pervades the group, 
when first seen afar invariably is mistaken for a sail. Four leagues away, of a golden, hazy noon, it seems 
some Spanish Admiral’s ship, stacked up with glittering canvas. Sail ho! Sail ho! Sail ho! from all three masts. 
But coming nigh, the enchanted frigate is transformed apace into a craggy keep.","At length the cry of sail ho! and shortly afterwards another, seemed to electrify 
every man on board, and it seemed now as if all our hopes and expectations were to be realized. But in a 
few minutes those illusory prospects vanished, and as sudden dejection, proceeding from disappomtment, took 
place; for the supposed sails proved to be only white appearances on the shore.  ",4.0
The evening darkness gathers round,"  And holy Genii guard the rock,",1.0
"after all, what is so enthusiastically applauded as the march of　mind, 
--meaning the inroads of Truth into Error --which has
ever been regarded by hopeful persons as the one fundamental
thing most earnestly to be prayed for as the greatest possible
Catholic blessing to the world; —-almost every thinking man
must have been some time or other struck with the idea, that, in
certain respects, a tremendous mistake may be lurking here,
since all the world does never gregariously advance to Truth,
but only here and there some of its individuals do; 
and by advancing, leave the rest behind; cutting themselves forever adrift from their sympathy, 
and making themselves always liable to be regarded with distrust, dislike, and often, downright 
though, ofttimes, concealed —-fear and hate.","Here I must think Wordsworth is deeper than Milton, though I think it has depended more upon the general 
and gregarious advance of intellect, than individual greatness of Mind.",3.0
"Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise.","And he said, Come. And when 
Peter was come down out of the
ship, he walked on the water, to go
to Jesus.",4.0
The dripping of the oar suspended!,"The genial meads, assign'd to bless",2.0
He mourned that so delicious a feeling as fraternal love had been denied him.,And then I mourned that nature had given me no sister . . .,4.0
The evening darkness gathers round,"Long, long thy stone and pointed clay",2.0
May know that Poet's sorrows more.                         ,"In yonder grave a Druid lies,",2.0
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar;,"  As once,if, not with light regard,",1.0
"Guide me, gird me, guard me, this day, ye sovereign powers! 
Bind me in bonds I can not break; remove all sinister allurings from me; 
eternally this day deface in me the detested and distorted images of all the convenient lies 
and duty-subterfuges of the diving and ducking moralities of this earth.","Lead us, Heavenly Father, lead us o'er the world's tempestuous sea; 
Guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us . . . ",3.0
By virtue's holiest Powers attended.,"  All the shadowy tribes of mind,",1.0
"though the age of authors be passing, the hours of earnestness shall remain! ","A silent great soul; he was one of those who cannot but be in earnest; 
whom nature herself has appointed to be sincere.",3.0
"“Let me see. Was it not at Criggan last week, about midnight on Saturday, that the steeple, the big elm, and 
the assembly-room cupola were struck? Any of your rods there?”
“Not on the tree and cupola, but the steeple.”
“Of what use is your rod, then?”
“Of life-and-death use. But my workman was heedless. In fitting the rod at top to the steeple, he allowed a 
part of the metal to graze the tin sheeting. Hence the accident. Not my fault, but his. Hark!”","A pretty full prayer-meeting, supposed to number about three hundred, were in attendance at the lecture-room, 
when the light- ning struck and descended the rod to the eaves. The rod had be- come detached from the building, 
and swung loose. There the lightning parted. One portion descended the rod to the earth, and there made a 
mighty display of its wonderful power. The other portion entered the lecture-room between the first and second 
windows, carrying in the second window, to the large stove; followed the pipe to the chimney at the west end 
of the house; descended until it met the stove-pipe in the lower room; thence followed the pipe north to the 
stove in the north-west lower room, where it tore its way through the floor, and passed out through the 
underpinning: leaving a visible trace of its irresistible course in the earth outside, and at the north-west 
corner of the building. Although several were severely injured, yet God'sgreat goodness and mercy were 
signally manifested in the preser- vation of the life of every one present.",4.0
The dripping of the oar suspended!,"  From many a cloud that dropp'd ethereal dew,                      ",1.0
May know that Poet's sorrows more.                         ,"O! vales and wild woods, shall he say",2.0
"And here again, not unreasonably, might invocations go up
to those Three Weird Ones, that tend Life’s loom.","The Weïrd Sisters, hand in hand,
Posters of the sea and land,
Thus do go about, about,
Thrice to thine and thrice to mine",4.0
And pray that never child of song,"  While on its rich ambitious head,",1.0
"But how do the poor minority fare? Perhaps it will be found, that just in proportion as some have been placed 
in outward circumstances above the savage, others have been degraded below him. The luxury of one class is 
counterbalanced by the indigence of another. On the one side is the palace, on the other are the almshouse and 
“silent poor.”","Another class of donations has been made to the town for the relief of the silent poor, --those individuals 
who are needy, but do not wish to throw themselves on the town for support.",5.0
The evening darkness gathers round,"    In vain--Such bliss to one alone,",1.0
"    With all their Arts,but classic lore glides on","  In braided dance, their murmurs join'd,",0.0
"What a man thinks of himself, that it is which determines, or rather indicates, his fate. Self-emancipation 
even in the West Indian provinces of the fancy and imagination, -— what Wilberforce is there to bring that 
about?","The Imagination then I consider either as primary, or secondary. The primary Imagination I hold to be the 
living Power and prime Agent of all human Perception, and as a repetition in the finite mind of the eternal 
act of creation in the infinite I Am. The secondary I consider as an echo of the former, co-existing with 
the conscious will, yet still as identical with the primary in the kind of its agency, and differing only in 
degree, and in the mode of its operation. It dissolves, diffuses, dissipates, in order to re-create; or where 
this process is rendered impossible, yet still at all events it struggles to idealize and to unify. It is 
essentially vital, even as all objects (as objects) are essentially fixed and dead.
Fancy, on the contrary, has no other counters to play with, but fixities and definites. The Fancy is indeed 
no other than a mode of Memory emancipated from the order of time and space; while it is blended with, and 
modified by that empirical phenomenon of the will, which we express by the word CHOICE. But equally with the 
ordinary memory the Fancy must receive all its materials ready made from the law of association.",3.0
The evening darkness gathers round,     In yonder grave your Druid lies! ,2.0
"    Whence they, like richly-laden merchants, come                     ","  An Eden, like his own, lies spread:",0.0
"In short, this chronometrical and horological conceit, in sum, seems to teach this: 
—-That in things terrestrial (horological) a man must not be governed by ideas celestial (chronometrical)","It is not to be denied that before thedaies of Jerom there were Horologies, and several accounts of time",3.0
"So that there was nothing he more spurned, than his own aspirations; 
nothing he more abhorred than the loftiest part of himself.","You hate me, but your abhorrence cannot equal that with which I regard myself.",3.0
"Time passed; and the following May, after a gentle shower upon the mountains—a little shower islanded in 
misty seas of sunshine; such a distant shower—and sometimes two, and three, and four of them, all visible 
together in different parts—as I love to watch from the piazza, instead of thunder storms, as I used to, 
which wrap old Greylock, like a Sinai, till one thinks swart Moses must be climbing among scathed hemlocks 
there; after, I say, that, gentle shower, I saw a rainbow, resting its further end just where, in autumn, 
I had marked the mole.","And Moses brought forth the people out of the camp to meet with God; and they stood at the nether part of 
the mount. 18And mount Sinai was altogether on a smoke, because the LORD descended upon it in fire: and 
the smoke thereof ascended as the smoke of a furnace, and the whole mount quaked greatly. And when the voice 
of the trumpet sounded long, and waxed louder and louder, Moses spake, and God answered him by a voice. 
And the LORD came down upon mount Sinai, on the top of the mount: and the LORD called Moses up to the top 
of the mount; and Moses went up. And the LORD said unto Moses, Go down, charge the people, lest they break 
through unto the LORD to gaze, and many of them perish. And let the priests also, which come near to the LORD, 
sanctify themselves, lest the LORD break forth upon them. And Moses said unto the LORD, The people cannot 
come up to mount Sinai: for thou chargedst us, saying, Set bounds about the mount, and sanctify it. ",4.0
May know that Poet's sorrows more.                         ,"  An Eden, like his own, lies spread:",1.0
"It is burnt, but not consumed; it is gone, but not lost. Through stove, pipe, and flue, 
it hath mounted in flame, and gone as a scroll to heaven!","And the heaven departed as a scroll when it is rolled together; 
and every mountain and island were moved out of their places.",3.0
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar;,"  Seraphic wires were heard to sound,",1.0
The evening darkness gathers round,"  The dangerous passions kept aloof,",1.0
"Such wonderful strength in such wonderful sweetness; such
inflexibility in one so fragile, would have been matter for marvel
to any observer.","Beatrice Cenci appears to have been one of those rare persons in whom
energy and gentleness dwell together without destroying one another",3.0
By virtue's holiest Powers attended.,"  But near it sat ecstatic Wonder,",1.0
"Now let us, as we float along,","  By which, as Milton lay, his evening ear,",1.0
The dripping of the oar suspended!,And see the fairy valleys fade;,2.0
"How calm! how still! the only sound,",  Where is the bard whose soul can now,1.0
"For indeed there was a reserved strength and masculineness in the character of his mother, 
from which on all these points Pierre had every thing to dread.","Tho’ frail my sex, I have a soul as masculine 
As any of thy race.",3.0
"Oh, men are jailors all; jailors of themselves","But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts 
Benighted walks under the midday sun; 
Himself is his own dungeon.",3.0
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar;,"The friend shall view yon whitening spire,",2.0
O dark dark dark. ,"O dark dark dark, amid the blaze of the noon,
Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse
Without all hope of day!
O first-created beam, and thou great Word,
""Let there be light, and light was over all,""
Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
The sun to me is dark
And silent as the Moon,
When she deserts the night,
Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.",5.0
"    Whence they, like richly-laden merchants, come                     ","  All the shadowy tribes of mind,",0.0
"How calm! how still! the only sound,",  The wish of each love-darting eye;,1.0
"let the dark come upon you
Which shall be the darkness of God.",[God] causes the soul to languish,4.0
    To lead in memorable triumph home,  My trembling feet his guiding steps pursue;,0.0
"    Learned and wise, hath perished utterly,                          ","    And Heaven, and Fancy, kindred powers,",0.0
"Love was first begot by Mirth and Peace, in Eden, when the
world was young. The man oppressed with cares, he can not
love; the man of gloom finds not the god. So, as youth, for the
most part, has no cares, and knows no gloom, therefore, ever
since time did begin, youth belongs to love. Love may end in
grief and age, and pain and need, and all other modes of human
mournfulness; but love begins in joy. ","The reason why Love was still painted young, (as Phornutus and others will) 
“is because young men are most apt to love; soft, fair, and fat, because such folks are soonest taken: 
naked, because all true affection is simple and open: he smiles, because merry and given to delights: 
hath a quiver, to show his power, none can escape: is blind, because he sees not where he strikes, 
whom he hits, &c.”",3.0
The evening darkness gathers round,"O! vales and wild woods, shall he say",2.0
May know that Poet's sorrows more.                         ,"  The whiles, the vaulted shrine around,",1.0
    Not sedentary all: there are who roam,"  Was wove on that creating day,",0.0
"Pausing at the threshold, or rather where threshold once had been, I saw, through the open door-way, 
a lonely girl, sewing at a lonely window. A pale-cheeked girl, and fly-specked window, with wasps about 
the mended upper panes. I spoke. She shyly started, like some Tahiti girl, secreted for a sacrifice, 
first catching sight, through palms, of Captain Cook. Recovering, she bade me enter; with her apron brushed 
off a stool; then silently resumed her own. With thanks I took the stool; but now, for a space, I, too, 
was mute. This, then, is the fairy-mountain house, and here, the fairy queen sitting at her fairy window.","With one black shadow at its feet,
The house thro' all the level shines,
Close-latticed to the brooding heat,
And silent in its dusty vines:
A faint-blue ridge upon the right,
An empty river-bed before,
And shallows on a distant shore,
In glaring sand and inlets bright.
But ""Aye Mary,"" made she moan,
And ""Aye Mary,"" night and morn,
And ""Ah,"" she sang, ""to be all alone,
To live forgotten, and love forlorn."" ",4.0
Talk of a divinity in man! ,"They swim in mirth, and fansie that they feel
Divinitie within them breeding wings.",4.0
"Now let us, as we float along,",     Ah! what will every dirge avail!,2.0
"Pausing at the threshold, or rather where threshold once had been, I saw, through the open door-way, 
a lonely girl, sewing at a lonely window. A pale-cheeked girl, and fly-specked window, with wasps about 
the mended upper panes. I spoke. She shyly started, like some Tahiti girl, secreted for a sacrifice, 
first catching sight, through palms, of Captain Cook. Recovering, she bade me enter; with her apron brushed 
off a stool; then silently resumed her own. With thanks I took the stool; but now, for a space, I, too, 
was mute. This, then, is the fairy-mountain house, and here, the fairy queen sitting at her fairy window.","With blackest moss the flower-plots
Were thickly crusted, one and all:
The rusted nails fell from the knots
That held the pear to the gable-wall.
The broken sheds look'd sad and strange:
Unlifted was the clinking latch;
Weeded and worn the ancient thatch
Upon the lonely moated grange.
She only said, ""My life is dreary,
He cometh not,"" she said;
She said, ""I am aweary, aweary,
I would that I were dead!"" ",4.0
"So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.","Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.",5.0
The dripping of the oar suspended!,Now waft me from the green hill's side,2.0
"So thoroughly and sincerely are we compelled to live, reverencing our life, and denying the possibility of 
change. This is the only way, we say; but there are as many ways as there can be drawn radii from one centre. 
All change is a miracle to contemplate; but it is a miracle which is taking place every instant.","He [Jesus] spoke of miracles; for he felt that man’s life was a miracle, and all that man doth, and he knew 
that this daily miracle shines, as the man is diviner. But the very word Miracle, as pronounced by Christian 
churches, gives a false impression; it is Monster. It is not one with the blowing clover and the falling rain.",4.0
"A man who has at length found something to do will not need to get a new suit to do it in; for him the old 
will do, that has lain dusty in the garret for an indeterminate period. Old shoes will serve a hero longer 
than they have served his valet,—if a hero ever has a valet, —-bare feet are older than shoes, and he can make 
them do. ",Few men have been admired by their domestics.,3.0
"We may imagine a time when, in the infancy of the human race, some enterprising mortal crept into a hollow in 
a rock for shelter. Every child begins the world again, to some extent, and loves to stay out doors, even in 
wet and cold. It plays house, as well as horse, having an instinct for it. Who does not remember the interest 
with which when young he looked at shelving rocks, or any approach to a cave? It was the natural yearning of 
that portion of our most primitive ancestor which still survived in us.","Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;
The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting
And cometh from afar;
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come 
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
Shades of the prison-house begin to close
Upon the growing Boy,
But he beholds the light, and whence it flows,
He sees it in his joy;
The Youth, who daily farther from the east
Must travel, still is Nature’s priest,
And by the vision splendid
Is on his way attended;
At length the Man perceives it die away,
And fade into the light of common day.
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!",4.0
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar;,"  Some chaste and angel friend to virgin fame,",1.0
"he had himself, as it were, resigned his noble
birthright to a cunning kinsman for a mess of pottage, which
now proved all but ashes in his mouth.","And the boys grew: and Esau was a cunning hunter, a man of the field; and Jacob was a plain man, dwelling in tents.
And Isaac loved Esau, because he did eat of his venison: but Rebekah loved Jacob.
And Jacob sod pottage: and Esau came from the field, and he was faint:
And Esau said to Jacob, Feed me, I pray thee, with that same red pottage; for I am faint: therefore was his name called Edom.
And Jacob said, Sell me this day thy birthright.
And Esau said, Behold, I am at the point to die: and what profit shall this birthright do to me?
And Jacob said, Swear to me this day; and he sware unto him: and he sold his birthright unto Jacob.
Then Jacob gave Esau bread and pottage of lentiles; and he did eat and drink, and rose up, and went his way: thus Esau despised his birthright.",3.0
"Pierre was the only son of an affluent, and haughty widow; alady who externally furnished a singular example of the preservative and beautifying influences of unfluctuating rank, health, and wealth,","My mother, who was as haughty as Lucifer with her descent from the Stuarts . . ",3.0
    Not sedentary all: there are who roam,  My trembling feet his guiding steps pursue;,0.0
"Now let us, as we float along,","  Some chaste and angel friend to virgin fame,",1.0
"“The hottest, weariest hour of day, you mean? Sir, the sun gilds not this roof. It leaked so, 
brother newly shingled all one side. Did you not see it? The north side, where the sun strikes most on 
what the rain has wetted. The sun is a good sun; but this roof, in first scorches, and then rots. 
An old house. They went West, and are long dead, they say, who built it. A mountain house. In winter no fox 
could den in it. That chimney-place has been blocked up with snow, just like a hollow stump.”","Nor bird would sing, nor lamb would bleat,
Nor any cloud would cross the vault,
But day increased from heat to heat,
On stony drought and steaming salt;
Till now at noon she slept again,
And seem'd knee-deep in mountain grass,
And heard her native breezes pass,
And runlets babbling down the glen.
She breathed in sleep a lower moan,
And murmuring, as at night and morn
She thought, ""My spirit is here alone,
Walks forgotten, and is forlorn.""",4.0
"Pausing at the threshold, or rather where threshold once had been, I saw, through the open door-way, 
a lonely girl, sewing at a lonely window. A pale-cheeked girl, and fly-specked window, 
with wasps about the mended upper panes. I spoke. She shyly started, like some Tahiti girl, 
secreted for a sacrifice, first catching sight, through palms, of Captain Cook. Recovering, 
she bade me enter; with her apron brushed off a stool; then silently resumed her own. 
With thanks I took the stool; but now, for a space, I, too, was mute. 
This, then, is the fairy-mountain house, and here, the fairy queen sitting at her fairy window.","Glancing back over what I have written, it seems but the scattered reminiscences of a single summer. 
In fairyland there is no measurement of time; and, in a spot so sheltered from the turmoil of life’s ocean, 
three years hastened away with a noiseless flight, as the breezy sunshine chases the cloud-shadows 
across the depths of a still valley. Now came hints, growing more and more distinct, that the owner of 
the old house was pining for his native air. Carpenters next, appeared, making a tremendous racket 
among the outbuildings, strewing the green grass with pine shavings and chips of chestnut joists, 
and vexing the whole antiquity of the place with their discordant renovations. Soon, moreover, 
they divested our abode of the veil of woodbine which had crept over a large portion of its southern face. 
All the aged mosses were cleared unsparingly away; and there were horrible whispers about brushing up 
the external walls with a coat of paint,　—-a purpose as little to my taste as might be that of 
rouging the venerable cheeks of one’s grandmother. But the hand that renovates is always more sacrilegious　
than that which destroys. In fine, we gathered up our household goods, drank a farewell cup of tea 
in our pleasant little breakfast-room,　—-delicately fragrant tea, an unpurchasable luxury, 
one of the many angel gifts that had fallen like dew upon us, 
-—and passed forth between the tall stone gate-posts as uncertain as the wandering Arabs 
where our tent might next be pitched. Providence took me by the hand, and—an oddity of dispensation 
which, I trust, there is no irreverence in smiling at —-has led me, as the newspapers announce 
while I am writing, from the Old Manse into a custom-house. As a story-teller, I have often contrived 
strange vicissitudes for my imaginary personages, but none like this. ",4.0
"    Whence they, like richly-laden merchants, come                     ",  Him whose school above the rest,0.0
"I hate the world, and could trample all lungs of mankind as
grapes, and heel them out of their breath, to think of the woe
and the cant, --to think of the Truth and the Lie! ","I have troden the winepresse alone, and of the people there was none with me: 
for I will tread them in mine anger, and trample them in my furie, 
and their blood shall be sprinkled upon my garments, and I will staine all my raiment.",3.0
    Not sedentary all: there are who roam,"  Its glooms embrown, its springs unlock,                           ",0.0
"that, to be restored, our sickness must grow worse.","Descend lower, descend only
Into the world of perpetual solitude,
World not world, but that which is not world,
Internal darkness, deprivation
And destitution of all property,
Desiccation of the world of sense,
Evacuation of the world of fancy,
Inoperancy of the world of spirit;",5.0
"Society demands an Avatar,  a Curtius, my boy! ",Your present literary world of mountebanks stands in need of such an Avatar.,3.0
"At these wailed words from Isabel, Lucy shrunk up like a scroll, and noiselessly fell at the feet of Pierre.","And all the host of heaven shall be dissolved, and the heavens shall be rolled together as a scroll: 
and all their host shall fall down, as the leaf falleth off from the vine, and as a falling fig 
from the fig tree.",4.0
By virtue's holiest Powers attended.,Now waft me from the green hill's side,2.0
    Or quit with zealous step their knee-worn floors,"  An Eden, like his own, lies spread:",0.0
"No Cornwall miner ever sunk so deep a shaft beneath the sea, as Love will sink beneath the floatings 
of the eyes. Love sees ten million fathoms down, till dazzled by the floor of pearls. 
The eye is Love’s own magic glass, where all things that are not of earth, glide in supernatural light. 
There are not so many fishes in the sea, as there are sweet images in lovers’ eyes. In those
miraculous translucencies swim the strange eye-fish with wings, that sometimes leap out, instinct with joy; 
moist fish-wings wet the lover’s cheek. Love’s eyes are holy things; therein the mysteries of life are lodged; 
looking in each other’s eyes, lovers see the ultimate secret of the worlds; 
and with thrills eternally untranslatable, feel that Love is god of all. 
Man or woman who has never loved, nor once looked deep down into their own lover’s eyes, 
they know not the sweetest and the loftiest religion of this earth. ","But love, first learnèd in a lady’s eyes,
Lives not alone immurèd in the brain,
But with the motion of all elements
Courses as swift as thought in every power,
And gives to every power a double power,
Above their functions and their offices.
It adds a precious seeing to the eye.
A lover’s eyes will gaze an eagle blind.",3.0
"“Pretty serious sport, truly,” rejoined Captain Delano. “Had such a thing happened on board the Bachelor’s 
Delight, instant punishment would have followed.”
At these words the Spaniard turned upon the American one of his sudden, staring, half-lunatic looks; then, 
relapsing into his torpor, answered, “Doubtless, doubtless, Señor.”
Is it, thought Captain Delano, that this hapless man is one of those paper captains I’ve known, who by policy 
wink at what by power they cannot put down? I know no sadder sight than a commander who has little of command 
but the name.","I told him it appeared to me to be rather serious sport, as the wound had caused the boy to lose about a 
quart of blood. Several similar instances of unruly conduct, which, agree- ably to my manner of thinking, 
demanded immediate resistance and punishment, were thus easily winked at, and passed over.
I felt willing, however, to make some allowances even for con- duct so gross, when I considered them to have 
been broken down with fatigue and long suffering.",5.0
"Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought","Descend lower, descend only
Into the world of perpetual solitude,
World not world, but that which is not world,
Internal darkness, deprivation
And destitution of all property,
Desiccation of the world of sense,
Evacuation of the world of fancy,
Inoperancy of the world of spirit;
This is the one way, and the other
Is the same, not in movement
But abstention from movement; while the world moves
In appetency, on its metalled ways
Of time past and time future.",5.0
"The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant","De Bailhach, Fresca, Mrs. Camel, whirled
Beyond the circuit of the shuddering Bear
In fractured atoms.",4.0
"    That would lament her;Memphis, Tyre, are gone",  It left unblest her loathed dishonour'd side;,0.0
"So that up to this period, in his breast, all remained as it had been; and to Pierre, 
his fathers shrine seemed spotless, and still new as the marble of the tomb of him of Arimathea.","When the even was come, there came a rich man of Arimathaea, named Joseph, who also himself was Jesus' disciple:
He went to Pilate, and begged the body of Jesus. Then Pilate commanded the body to be delivered.
And when Joseph had taken the body, he wrapped it in a clean linen cloth,
And laid it in his own new tomb, which he had hewn out in the rock: and he rolled a great stone to the door of the sepulchre, and departed. ",5.0
"By and by, in a little time, the outward world puts on a drear austerity. On some October morning there is a 
heavy hoarfrost on the grass and along the tops of the fences; and at sunrise the leaves fall from the trees 
of our avenue, without a breath of wind, quietly descending by their own weight. All summer long they have 
murmured like the noise of waters; they have roared loudly while the branches were wrestling with the 
thunder-gust; they have made music both glad and solemn; they have attuned my thoughts by their quiet sound as 
I paced to and fro beneath the arch of intermingling boughs. Now they can only rustle under my feet. Henceforth 
the gray parsonage begins to assume a larger importance, and draws to its fireside,—for the abomination of the 
air-tight stove is reserved till wintry weather,—draws closer and closer to its fireside the vagrant impulses 
that had gone wandering about through the summer. ","Not less excellent, except for our less susceptibility in the afternoon, was the charm, last evening, of a 
January sunset. The western clouds divided and subdivided themselves into pink flakes modulated with tints of 
unspeakable softness; and the air had so much life and sweetness, that it was a pain to come within doors. 
What was it that nature would say? Was there no meaning in the live repose of the valley behind the mill, 
and which Homer or Shakspeare could not reform for me in words? The leafless trees become spires of flame in 
the sunset, with the blue east for their back-ground, and the stars of the dead calices of flowers, and every 
withered stem and stubble rimed with frost, contribute something to the mute music.",4.0
"How calm! how still! the only sound,","  Lo! to each other nymph, in turn, applied,",1.0
"In short, this chronometrical and horological conceit, in sum, seems to teach this: 
—-That in things terrestrial (horological) a man must not be governed by ideas celestial (chronometrical)","Repeated smoke-clouds, whereon, as on a culinary horologe, I might read the hour of the day.",3.0
"“With a rusty dagger-fragment in one hand, and a bit of a wine-jar in another, I sat me down 
on the ruinous green sofa I have spoken of, and bethought me long and deeply of these same Buccaneers. 
Could it be possible, that they robbed and murdered one day, reveled the next, and rested themselves 
by turning meditative philosophers, rural poets, and seat-builders on the third? Not very improbable, 
after all. For consider the vacillations of a man. Still, strange as it may seem, I must also abide 
by the more charitable thought; namely, that among these adventurers were some gentlemanly, 
companionable souls, capable of genuine tranquillity and virtue.”","When summer was dead and buried the Old Manse became as lonely as a hermitage. Not that ever—in my time 
at least—it had been thronged with company; but, at no rare intervals, we welcomed some friend out of 
the dusty glare and tumult of the world, and rejoiced to share with him the transparent obscurity 
that was floating over us. In one respect our precincts were like the Enchanted Ground through 
which the pilgrim travelled on his way to the Celestial City. The guests, each and all, 
felt a slumberous influence upon them; they fell asleep in chairs, or took a more deliberate siesta 
on the sofa, or were seen stretched among the shadows of the orchard, looking up dreamily through the boughs. 
They could not have paid a more acceptable compliment to my abode nor to my own qualities as a host. 
I held it as a proof that they left their cares behind them as they passed between the stone gate-posts 
at the entrance of our avenue, and that the so powerful opiate was the abundance of peace and quiet within 
and all around us. Others could give them pleasure and amusement or instruction,　 -—these could be picked up 
anywhere; but it was for me to give them rest,—rest in a life of trouble. What better could be done 
for those weary and world-worn spirits? -—for him whose career of perpetual action was impeded and harassed 
by the rarest of his powers and the richest of his acquirements? —-for another who had thrown his ardent heart 
from earliest youth into the strife of politics, and now, perchance, began to suspect that one lifetime 
is too brief for the accomplishment of any lofty aim? —-for her oil whose feminine nature had been imposed 
the heavy gift of intellectual power, such as a strong man might have staggered under, and with it 
the necessity to act upon the world?—in a word, not to multiply instances, what better could be done 
for anybody who came within our magic circle than to throw the spell of a tranquil spirit over him? 
And when it had wrought its full effect, then we dismissed him, with but misty reminiscences, 
as if he had been dreaming of us. ",2.0
And pray that never child of song,"And, oft as ease and health retire",2.0
"Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought","Who are you now?
You don't know any more than I do,
But rather less. You are nothing but a set
Of obsolete responses. The one thing to do
Is to do nothing. Wait.",5.0
"It is hard to have a southern overseer; it is worse to have a northern one; but worst of all when you are 
the slave-driver of yourself. ","The worst tyrants are those which establish themselves in our own breast. The man who wants force of 
principle and purpose is a slave, however free the air he breathes.",4.0
The dripping of the oar suspended!,"     And, 'mid the varied landscape weep.",2.0
"Now let us, as we float along,",     Whose cold turf hides the buried friend!,2.0
"those long since under earth
Nourishing the corn.","ashes to the earth
Which is already flesh, fur and faeces,
Bone of man and beast, cornstalk and leaf.",4.0
"Then all the fair philosophic or Faith-phantoms that he raised from the
mist, slide away and disappear as ghosts at cock-crow.",It faded on the crowing of the cock. ,4.0
He mourned that so delicious a feeling as fraternal love had been denied him. ,"Had I found ... a sister, all might have been changed . . . But this blessing, which I have ever considered the choicest boon of nature, was denied me. I was alone.",4.0
The vacant interstellar spaces,"The sun to me is dark
And silent as the Moon,
When she deserts the night,
Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.",5.0
By virtue's holiest Powers attended.,     And Joy desert the blooming year.,2.0
And pray that never child of song,"  The dangerous passions kept aloof,",1.0
the wainscot where the field-mouse trots,"All day within the dreamy house,
The doors upon their hinges creaked;
THe blue fly sung in the pane; the mouse
Behind the mouldering wainscot shrieked,
Or from the crevice peered about.",3.0
"How calm! how still! the only sound,","    To whom, prepared and bathed in heaven,",1.0
"Upon a still nigher approach, this appearance was modified, and the true character of the vessel was plain
-—a Spanish merchantman of the first class, carrying negro slaves, amongst other valuable freight, from 
one colonial port to another. A very large, and, in its time, a very fine vessel, such as in those days 
were at intervals encountered along that main; sometimes superseded Acapulco treasure-ships, or retired 
frigates of the Spanish king’s navy, which, like superannuated Italian palaces, still, under a decline of 
masters, preserved signs of former state.","Mr. Luther informed that Captain Delano had remained on board her, and that she was a Spaniard from Buenos
Ayres, four months and twenty-six days out of port, with slaves on board; and that the ship was in great want of water; had
buried many white men and slaves on her passage, and that Captain Delano had sent for a large boat load of water, some fresh
fish, sugar, bread, pumpkins, and bottled cider, all of which articles were immediately sent.",5.0
"Here one primeval pine-tree had been luckily left standing
by the otherwise unsparing woodmen, who long ago had cleared
that meadow. It was once crossing to this noble pine, from a clump of hemlocks far across the river, 
that Pierre had first noticed the significant fact, that while the hemlock and the pine are trees 
of equal growth and stature, and are so similar in their general aspect, 
that people unused to woods sometimes confound them; and while both trees are proverbially trees of sadness, 
yet the dark hemlock hath no music in its thoughtful
boughs; but the gentle pine-tree drops melodious mournfulness. ","A wind rose among the pines; it shook the dinging music from their boughs, and then Low, sweet, faint sounds, 
like the farewell of ghosts, Were heard: O, FOLLOW, FOLLOW, FOLLOW ME! And then I said: ""Panthea, look on me."" 
But in the depths of those beloved eyes Still I saw, FOLLOW, FOLLOW",4.0
"Yet often, in calling at the old farmer’s for Charles of some early winter mornings, 
and meeting the painfully embarrassed, thin, feeble features of Mrs. Millthorpe, and
the sadly inquisitive and hopelessly half-envious glances of the
three little girls; and standing on the threshold, Pierre would
catch low, aged, life-weary groans from a recess out of sight
from the door; then would Pierre have some boyish inklings of
something else than the pure povertiresque in poverty: some
inklings of what it might be, to be old, and poor, and worn, and
rheumatic, with shivering death drawing nigh, and present life
itself but a dull and a chill!","It is not Nature, but agreeable Nature, la belle Nature, that is to be represented; 
all Things that are abject, low, pitiful and mean, are carefully to be avoided, 
and kept out of Sight; because to Men of the true Taste they are as offensive as Things 
that are shocking, and really nasty.",4.0
"    With all their Arts,but classic lore glides on","  Where, tangled round the jealous steep,",0.0
"I heartily accept the motto, — “That government is best which governs least”; and I should like to see it 
acted up to more rapidly and systematically. Carried out, it finally amounts to this, which I also believe, 
— “That government is best which governs not at all”; and when men are prepared for it, that will be the kind 
of government which they will have. Government is at best but an expedient; but most governments are usually, 
and all governments are sometimes, inexpedient.","The best government is that which governs least. No human depositories can, with safety, be trusted with the 
power of legislation upon the general interests of society so as to operate directly or indirectly on the 
industry and property of the community. Such power must be perpetually liable to the most pernicious abuse, 
from the natural imperfection, both in wisdom of judgment and purity of purpose, of all human legislation, 
exposed constantly to the pressure of partial interests; interests which, at the same time that they are 
essentially selfish and tyrannical, are ever vigilant, persevering, and subtle in all the arts of deception 
and corruption.",4.0
The wounded surgeon,"They that be whole need not a physician, but they that are sick.",4.0
"As usual, a great proportion was trumpery which had begun to accumulate in his father’s day. Among the rest 
was a dried tapeworm. And now, after lying half a century in his garret and other dust holes, these things 
were not burned; instead of a bonfire, or purifying destruction of them, there was an auction, or increasing 
of them. ","Once upon a time —-but whether in the time past or time to come, is a matter of little or no moment —-this wide 
world had become so over-burthened with an accumulation of worn-out trumpery, that the inhabitants determined 
to rid themselves of it by a general bonfire.",4.0
"How calm! how still! the only sound,",     And Joy desert the blooming year.,2.0
"pointing to the agony
Of death and birth.",This is the time of tension between dying and birth,3.0
Dawn points,"The shepherds on the lawn,
Or ere the point of dawn,
Sate simply chatting in a rustic row;",4.0
May know that Poet's sorrows more.                         ,Yet lives there one whose heedless eye,2.0
"That a nothing should torment a nothing; for I am a nothing. 
It is all a dream —-we dream that we dreamed we dream.","how light 
Must dreams themselves be; seeing they’re more slight 
Than the mere nothing that engenders them!
Then wherefore sully the entrusted gem 
Of high and noble life with thoughts so sick? 
Why pierce high-fronted honour to the quick For
nothing but a dream?",3.0
"So here I am, in the middle way, having had twenty years—","In the middle of the journey of our life,
I found myself in a dark wood,
Having lost the straight path.",3.0
"I now recalled all the quiet mysteries which I had noted in the man. I remembered that he never spoke 
but to answer; that, though at intervals he had considerable time to himself, yet I had never seen him 
reading —-no, not even a newspaper; that for long periods he would stand looking out, 
at his pale window behind the screen, upon the dead brick wall; I was quite sure he never visited 
any refectory or eating house; while his pale face clearly indicated that he never drank beer like Turkey, 
or tea and coffee even, like other men; that he never went anywhere in particular that I could learn; 
never went out for a walk, unless, indeed, that was the case at present; that he had declined telling 
who he was, or whence he came, or whether he had any relatives in the world; that though so thin and pale, 
he never complained of ill health. And more than all, I remembered a certain unconscious air of 
pallid—how shall I call it?—of pallid haughtiness, say, or rather an austere reserve about him, 
which had positively awed me into my tame compliance with his eccentricities, when I had feared to ask him 
to do the slightest incidental thing for me, even though I might know, from his long-continued motionlessness, 
that behind his screen he must be standing in one of those dead-wall reveries of his. ","When summer was dead and buried the Old Manse became as lonely as a hermitage. Not that ever—-
in my time at least —-it had been thronged with company; but, at no rare intervals, we welcomed 
some friend out of the dusty glare and tumult of the world, and rejoiced to share with him 
the transparent obscurity that was floating over us. In one respect our precincts were like 
the Enchanted Ground through which the pilgrim travelled on his way to the Celestial City. 
The guests, each and all, felt a slumberous influence upon them; they fell asleep in chairs, 
or took a more deliberate siesta on the sofa, or were seen stretched among the shadows of the orchard, 
looking up dreamily through the boughs. They could not have paid a more acceptable compliment 
to my abode nor to my own qualities as a host. I held it as a proof that they left their cares 
behind them as they passed between the stone gate-posts at the entrance of our avenue, and that 
the so powerful opiate was the abundance of peace and quiet within and all around us. 
Others could give them pleasure and amusement or instruction,—these could be picked up anywhere; 
but it was for me to give them rest, -—rest in a life of trouble. What better could be done for 
those weary and world-worn spirits? -—for him whose career of perpetual action was impeded and harassed 
by the rarest of his powers and the richest of his acquirements? -—for another who had thrown 
his ardent heart from earliest youth into the strife of politics, and now, perchance, began to suspect 
that one lifetime is too brief for the accomplishment of any lofty aim? -—for her oil whose feminine nature 
had been imposed the heavy gift of intellectual power, such as a strong man might have staggered under, 
and with it the necessity to act upon the world?—in a word, not to multiply instances, 
what better could be done for anybody who came within our magic circle than to throw the spell 
of a tranquil spirit over him? And when it had wrought its full effect, then we dismissed him, 
with but misty reminiscences, as if he had been dreaming of us. ",3.0
"Now let us, as we float along,","But thou, lorn stream, whose sullen tide",2.0
but Mohammed hath his own dispensation.,"though as to incest, he had the boldness to forbid it to his followers,
and to allow it to himself by a special privilege",3.0
"when his day’s work was done, sat by him in the twilight, and played
her mystic guitar till Pierre felt chapter after chapter bom of its wondrous suggestiveness; 
but alas! eternally incapable of being translated into words; for where the deepest words end, 
there music begins with its supersensuous and all-confounding intimations.","Who is there that, in logical words, can express the effect music has on us? A
kind of inarticulate unfathomable speech, which leads us to the edge of
the infinite and lets us for moments gaze into it",3.0
"and the hermit-sun, hutted in an Adullum cave, well towards the south, according to his season, did little else 
but, by indirect reflection of narrow rays shot down a Simplon pass among the clouds, just steadily paint 
one small, round, strawberry mole upon the wan cheek of northwestern hills.","—Brook and road
Were fellow-travellers in this gloomy Pass,
And with them did we journey several hours
At a slow step. The immeasurable height
Of woods decaying, never to be decayed,
The stationary blasts of waterfalls,
And in the narrow rent, at every turn,
Winds thwarting winds bewildered and forlorn,
The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky,
The rocks that muttered close upon our ears,
Black drizzling crags that spake by the wayside
As if a voice were in them, the sick sight
And giddy prospect of the raving stream,
The unfettered clouds and region of the heavens,
Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light—
Were all like workings of one mind, the features
Of the same face, blossoms upon one tree,
Characters of the great Apocalypse,
The types and symbols of Eternity,
Of first and last, and midst, and without end. ",4.0
"Climbing the side, the visitor was at once surrounded by a clamorous throng of whites and blacks, but the 
latter outnumbering the former more than could have been expected, negro transportation-ship as the stranger 
in port was. But, in one language, and as with one voice, all poured out a common tale of suffering; in which 
the negresses, of whom there were not a few, exceeded the others in their dolorous vehemence. The scurvy, 
together with the fever, had swept off a great part of their number, more especially the Spaniards. 
Off Cape Horn they had narrowly escaped shipwreck; then, for days together, they had lain tranced without wind; 
their provisions were low; their water next to none; their lips that moment were baked.","As soon as I got on deck, the captain, mate, people and slaves crowded around me to relate their stories, 
and to make known their griev- ances; which could not but impress me with feelings of pity for their sufferings. 
They told me they had no water, as is related in their different accounts and depositions. After promising to
relieve all the wants they had mentioned.",5.0
    To lead in memorable triumph home,  Who feed on heaven's ambrosial flowers.                           ,0.0
"she was standing motionless before a very tolerable copy (the only other good thing in the collection) 
of that sweetest, most touching, but most awful of all feminine heads —-The Cenci of Guido. 
The wonderfulness of which head consists chiefly, perhaps, in a striking, suggested contrast, 
half-identical with, and half-analogous to, that almost supernatural one —-sometimes visible 
in the maidens of tropical nations —-namely, soft and light blue eyes, with an extremely fair complexion, 
veiled by funereally jetty hair. But with blue eyes and fair complexion, the Cenci’s hair is golden 
--physically, therefore, all is in strict, natural keeping; which, nevertheless, still the more intensifies 
the suggested fanciful anomaly of so sweetly and seraphically blonde a being, being double-hooded, 
as it were, by the blade crape of the two most horrible crimes (of one of which she is the object, 
and of the other the agent) possible to civilized humanity —-incest and parricide.","A manuscript was communicated to me during my travels in Italy, which was copied from the archives of 
the Cenci Palace at Rome and contains a detailed account of the horrors which ended in the extinction of 
one of the noblest and richest families of that city, during the Pontificate of Clement VIII., in the year 1599. 
The story is that an old man, having spent his life in debauchery and wickedness, 
conceived at length an implacable hatred towards his children; which showed itself towards one daughter 
under the form of an incestuous passion, aggravated by every circumstance of cruelty and violence. 
This daughter, after long and vain attempts to escape from what she considered a perpetual contamination 
both of body and mind, at length plotted with her mother-in-law and brother to murder their common tyrant. 
The young maiden who was urged to this tremendous deed by an impulse which overpowered its horror 
was evidently a most gentle and amiable being, a creature formed to adorn and be admired, 
and thus violently thwarted from her nature by the necessity of circumstance and opinion. 
The deed was quickly discovered, and, in spite of the most earnest prayers made to the Pope 
by the highest persons in Rome, the criminals were put to death. The old man had during his life repeatedly 
bought his pardon from the Pope for capital crimes of the most enormous and unspeakable kind 
at the price of a hundred thousand crowns; the death therefore of his victims can scarcely be accounted for 
by the love of justice. The Pope, among other motives for severity, probably felt that 
whoever killed the Count Cenci deprived his treasury of a certain and copious source of revenue. 
Such a story, if told so as to present to the reader all the feelings of those who once acted it, 
their hopes and fears, their confidences and misgivings, their various interests, passions and opinions, 
acting upon and with each other yet all conspiring to one tremendous end, would be as a light 
to make apparent some of the most dark and secret caverns of the human heart.",3.0
"How calm! how still! the only sound,","  While on its rich ambitious head,",1.0
"How calm! how still! the only sound,","  Himself in some diviner mood,                                     ",1.0
May know that Poet's sorrows more.                         ,"  I view that oak, the fancied glades among,",1.0
    By these Religious saved for all posterity.,  My trembling feet his guiding steps pursue;,0.0
"Who made them serfs of the soil? Why should they eat their sixty acres, when man is condemned to eat only his 
peck of dirt? Why should they begin digging their graves as soon as they are born? They have got to live a 
man’s life, pushing all these things before them, and get on as well as they can. ","Few men know, as yet, what a man　is. They know his clothes, his complexion, his property, his rank, his 
follies, and his outward life. But the thought of his inward being, his proper humanity, has hardly dawned 
on multitudes; and yet, who can live a man’s life that does not know what is the distinctive worth of a human 
being?",4.0
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar;,     Where slowly winds the stealing wave!;,2.0
"With trembling frame he started from
his chair, and woke from that ideal horror to all his actual grief. ","The greatness of man is great in that he knows himself to be miserable. 
A tree does not know itself to be miserable. It is then being miserable to know oneself to be miserable; 
but it is also being great to know that one is miserable.",3.0
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar;,"  Its glooms embrown, its springs unlock,                           ",1.0
"As the vine flourishes, and the grape empurples close up to the very walls and muzzles of cannoned Ehrenbreitstein; 
so do the sweetest joys of life grow in the very jaws of its perils.","Here Ehrenbreitstein, with her shattered wall
Black with the miner's blast, upon her height
Yet shows of what she was, when shell and ball
Rebounding idly on her strength did light;
A tower of victory! from whence the flight
Of baffled foes was watch'd along the plain:
But Peace destroy'd what War could never blight,
And laid those proud roofs bare to Summer's rain—
On which the iron shower for years had pour'd in vain.",3.0
"How calm! how still! the only sound,","  Where he who thinks, with rapture blind,",1.0
"Now, for a house, so situated in such a country, to have no piazza for the convenience of those who might 
desire to feast upon the view, and take their time and ease about it, seemed as much of an omission as if 
a picture-gallery should have no bench; for what but picture-galleries are the marble halls of these same 
limestone hills?—galleries hung, month after month anew, with pictures ever fading into pictures ever fresh. 
And beauty is like piety—you cannot run and read it; tranquillity and constancy, with, now-a-days, an easy 
chair, are needed. For though, of old, when reverence was in vogue, and indolence was not, the devotees of 
Nature, doubtless, used to stand and adore—just as, in the cathedrals of those ages, the worshipers of 
a higher Power did—yet, in these times of failing faith and feeble knees, we have the piazza and the pew. ","Nor, in truth, had the Old Manse ever been profaned by a lay occupant until that memorable summer afternoon 
when I entered it as my home. A priest had built it; a priest had succeeded to it; other priestly men from 
time to time had dwelt in it; and children born in its chambers had grown up to assume the priestly character. 
It was awful to reflect how many sermons must have been written there. The latest inhabitant alone --he by 
whose translation to paradise the dwelling was left vacant --had penned nearly three thousand discourses, 
besides the better, if not the greater, number that gushed living from his lips. How often, no doubt, had he 
paced to and fro along the avenue, attuning his meditations to the sighs and gentle murmurs and deep 
and solemn peals of the wind among the lofty tops of the trees! In that variety of natural utterances he could 
find something accordant with every passage of his sermon, were it of tenderness or reverential fear. 
The boughs over my head seemed shadowy with solemn thoughts, as well as with rustling leaves. I took shame 
to myself for having been so long a writer of idle stories, and ventured to hope that wisdom would descend 
upon me with the falling leaves of the avenue, and that I should light upon an intellectual treasure in the 
Old Manse well worth those hoards of long-hidden gold which people seek for in moss-grown houses. 
Profound treatises of morality; a layman’s unprofessional, and therefore unprejudiced, views of religion; 
histories (such as Bancroft might have written had he taken up his abode here, as he once purposed) bright 
with picture, gleaming over a depth of philosophic thought, --these were the works that might fitly have 
flowed from such a retirement. In the humblest event, I resolved at least to achieve a novel that should 
evolve some deep lesson, and should possess physical substance enough to stand alone.",3.0
May know that Poet's sorrows more.                         ,     Shall scorn thy pale shrine glimmering near!,2.0
"Now let us, as we float along,","  Himself in some diviner mood,                                     ",1.0
By virtue's holiest Powers attended.,  Now on love and mercy dwelling;,1.0
"Presently, while standing with his host, looking forward upon the decks below, he was struck by one of those 
instances of insubordination previously alluded to. Three black boys, with two Spanish boys, were sitting 
together on the hatches, scraping a rude wooden platter, in which some scanty mess had recently been cooked. 
Suddenly, one of the black boys, enraged at a word dropped by one of his white companions, seized a knife, 
and, though called to forbear by one of the oakum-pickers, struck the lad over the head, inflicting a gash 
from which blood flowed.
In amazement, Captain Delano inquired what this meant. To which the pale Don Benito dully muttered, that 
it was merely the sport of the lad.","An instance of this occurred in the conduct of the four cabin boys, spoken of by the captain. They were eating 
with the slave boys on the main deck, when, (as I was afterwards in- formed) the Spanish boys, feeling some 
hopes of release, and not having prudence sufficient to keep silent, some words dropped respecting their 
expectations, which were understood by the slave boys. One of them gave a stroke with a knife on the head of 
one of the Spanish boys, which penetrated to the bone, in a cut four inches in length. I saw this and inquired 
what it meant. The captain replied that it was merely the sport of the boys, who had fallen out.",5.0
"The childish and savage taste of men and women for new patterns keeps how many shaking and squinting through 
kaleidoscopes that they may discover the particular figure which this generation requires today. 
The manufacturers have learned that this taste is merely whimsical. Of two patterns which differ only by a 
few threads more or less of a particular color, the one will be sold readily, the other lie on the shelf, 
though it frequently happens that after the lapse of a season the latter becomes the most fashionable. 
Comparatively, tattooing is not the hideous custom which it is called. It is not barbarous merely because 
the printing is skin-deep and unalterable.","Were I asked if the beauteous form of Fayaway was altogether free from the hideous blemish of tattooing, I 
should be constrained to answer that it was not. But the practitioners of the barbarous art, so remorseless 
in their inflictions upon the brawny limbs of the warriors of the tribe, seem to be conscious that it needs 
not the resources of their profession to augment the charms of the maidens of the vale.",3.0
"That a nothing should torment a nothing; for I am a nothing. 
It is all a dream —-we dream that we dreamed we dream.","I am nothing; or if not,
Nothing to be were better. ",3.0
"How calm! how still! the only sound,",  Who feed on heaven's ambrosial flowers.                           ,1.0
"Separately, and together, we brand thee, in thy every lung-cell, a liar; —-liar, 
because that is the scornfullest and loathsomest title for a man; which in itself is 
the compend of all infamous things. ","There is no Vice, that doth so cover a Man with Shame, as to be found false, and perfidious.",3.0
Silence is the only Voice of our God,In silence God bringsall to pass,3.0
"“With a rusty dagger-fragment in one hand, and a bit of a wine-jar in another, I sat me down 
on the ruinous green sofa I have spoken of, and bethought me long and deeply of these same Buccaneers. 
Could it be possible, that they robbed and murdered one day, reveled the next, and rested themselves 
by turning meditative philosophers, rural poets, and seat-builders on the third? Not very improbable, 
after all. For consider the vacillations of a man. Still, strange as it may seem, I must also abide 
by the more charitable thought; namely, that among these adventurers were some gentlemanly, 
companionable souls, capable of genuine tranquillity and virtue.”","And now I begin to feel—and perhaps should have sooner felt—that we have talked enough of the Old Manse. 
Mine honored reader, it may be, will vilify the poor author as an egotist for babbling through so many pages 
about a mossgrown country parsonage, and his life within its walls, and on the river, and in the woods, 
and the influences that wrought upon him from all these sources. My conscience, however, does not 
reproach me with betraying anything too sacredly individual to be revealed by a human spirit 
to its brother or sister spirit. How narrow --how shallow and scanty too —-is the stream of thought 
that has been flowing from my pen, compared with the broad tide of dim emotions, ideas, 
and associations which swell around me from that portion of my existence! How little have I told! 
and of that little, how almost nothing is even tinctured with any quality that makes it exclusively my own! 
Has the reader gone wandering, hand in hand with me, through the inner passages of my being? 
and have we groped together into all its chambers and examined their treasures or their rubbish? 
Not so. We have been standing on the greensward, but just within the cavern’s mouth, 
where the common sunshine is free to penetrate, and where every footstep is therefore free to come. 
I have appealed to no sentiment or sensibilities save such as are diffused among us all. 
So far as I am a man of really individual attributes I veil my face; nor am I, nor have I ever been, 
one of those supremely hospitable people who serve up their own hearts, delicately fried, with brain sauce, 
as a tidbit for their beloved public.",2.0
"By a seeming fate, commonly called necessity, they are employed, as it says in an old book, laying up treasures 
which moth and rust will corrupt and thieves break through and steal. ","Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break 
through and steal.",5.0
"    Learned and wise, hath perished utterly,                          ","  All the shadowy tribes of mind,",0.0
"though Folly be out teacher, Sense is the lesson she teaches",Who lives without folly is not so wise as he thinks. ,3.0
"Yet they honestly think there is no choice left. But alert and healthy natures remember that the sun rose 
clear. It is never too late to give up our prejudices. No way of thinking or doing, however ancient, can be 
trusted without proof. What everybody echoes or in silence passes by as true to-day may turn out to be 
falsehood to-morrow, mere smoke of opinion, which some had trusted for a cloud that would sprinkle fertilizing 
rain on their fields. What old people say you cannot do you try and find that you can. Old deeds for old 
people, and new deeds for new. Old people did not know enough once, perchance, to fetch fresh fuel to keep 
the fire a-going; new people put a little dry wood under a pot, and are whirled round the globe with the speed 
of birds, in a way to kill old people, as the phrase is. Age is no better, hardly so well, qualified for an 
instructor as youth, for it has not profited so much as it has lost. One may almost doubt if the wisest man 
has learned any thing of absolute value by living. Practically, the old have no very important advice to give 
the young, their own experience has been so partial, and their lives have been such miserable failures, for 
private reasons, as they must believe; and it may be that they have some faith left which belies that 
experience, and they are only less young than they were. I have lived some thirty years on this planet, and 
I have yet to hear the first syllable of valuable or even earnest advice from my seniors. They have told me 
nothing, and probably cannot tell me any thing to the purpose. Here is life, an experiment to a great extent 
untried by me; but it does not avail me that they have tried it. If I have any experience which I think 
valuable, I am sure to reflect that this my Mentors said nothing about.","You see, Sir, that in this enlightened age I am bold enough to confess that we are generally men of untaught 
feelings: that, instead of casting away all our old prejudices, we cherish them to a very considerable degree; 
and, to take more shame to ourselves, we cherish them because they are prejudices; and the longer they have 
lasted, and the more generally they have prevailed, the more we cherish them. We are afraid to put men to live 
and trade each on his own private stock of reason; because we suspect that the stock in each man is small, and 
that the individuals would do better to avail themselves of the general bank and capital of nations and of ages. 
Many of our men of speculation, instead of exploding general prejudices, employ their sagacity to discover the 
latent wisdom which prevails in them. If they find what they seek, (and they seldom fail,) they think it more 
wise to continue the prejudice, with the reason involved, than to cast away the coat of prejudice, and to 
leave nothing but the naked reason; because prejudice, with its reason, has a motive to give action to that 
reason, and an affection which will give it permanence. Prejudice is of ready application in the emergency; 
it previously engages the mind in a steady course of wisdom and virtue, and does not leave the man hesitating 
in the moment of decision, skeptical, puzzled, and unresolved. Prejudice renders a man's virtue his habit, and 
not a series of unconnected acts. Through just prejudice, his duty becomes a part of his nature.",5.0
"No fence was seen, no inclosure. Near by --ferns, ferns, ferns; further --woods, woods, woods; 
beyond —-mountains, mountains, mountains; then —-sky, sky, sky. Turned out in aerial commons, 
pasture for the mountain moon. Nature, and but nature, house and, all; even a low cross-pile of silver birch, 
piled openly, to season; up among whose silvery sticks, as through the fencing of some sequestered grave, 
sprang vagrant raspberry bushes --willful assertors of their right of way. ","By and by, in a little time, the outward world puts on a drear austerity. On some October morning 
there is a heavy hoarfrost on the grass and along the tops of the fences; and at sunrise the leaves 
fall from the trees of our avenue, without a breath of wind, quietly descending by their own weight. 
All summer long they have murmured like the noise of waters; they have roared loudly while the branches 
were wrestling with the thunder --gust; they have made music both glad and solemn; they have attuned 
my thoughts by their quiet sound as I paced to and fro beneath the arch of intermingling boughs. 
Now they can only rustle under my feet. Henceforth the gray parsonage begins to assume a larger importance, 
and draws to its fireside, -—for the abomination of the air-tight stove is reserved till wintry weather,
—-draws closer and closer to its fireside the vagrant impulses that had gone wandering about 
through the summer. ",2.0
"“With a rusty dagger-fragment in one hand, and a bit of a wine-jar in another, I sat me down 
on the ruinous green sofa I have spoken of, and bethought me long and deeply of these same Buccaneers. 
Could it be possible, that they robbed and murdered one day, reveled the next, and rested themselves 
by turning meditative philosophers, rural poets, and seat-builders on the third? Not very improbable, 
after all. For consider the vacillations of a man. Still, strange as it may seem, I must also abide 
by the more charitable thought; namely, that among these adventurers were some gentlemanly, 
companionable souls, capable of genuine tranquillity and virtue.”","The treasure of intellectual gold which I hoped to find in our secluded dwelling had never come to light. 
No profound treatise of ethics, no philosophic history, no novel even, that could stand unsupported 
on its edges. All that I had to show, as a man of letters, were these, few tales and essays, 
which had blossomed out like flowers in the calm summer of my heart and mind. Save editing (an easy task) 
the journal of my friend of many years, the African Cruiser, I had done nothing else. With these idle weeds 
and withering blossoms I have intermixed some that were produced long ago, --old, faded things, reminding me 
of flowers pressed between the leaves of a book, --and now offer the bouquet, such as it is, to any 
whom it may please. These fitful sketches, with so little of external life about them, 
yet claiming no profundity of purpose, --so reserved, even while they sometimes seem so frank, 
--often but half in earnest, and never, even when most so, expressing satisfactorily the thoughts 
which they profess to image, --such trifles, I truly feel, afford no solid basis for a literary reputation. 
Nevertheless, the public --if my limited number of readers, whom I venture to regard rather as a circle 
of friends, may be termed a public --will receive them the more kindly, as the last offering, 
the last collection of this nature which it is my purpose ever to put forth. Unless I could do better, 
I have done enough in this kind. For myself the book will always retain one charm, --as reminding me 
of the river, with its delightful solitudes, and of the avenue, the garden, and the orchard, and 
especially the dear Old Manse, with the little study on its western side, and the sunshine glimmering 
through the willow branches while I wrote.",2.0
"The boat was immediately dispatched back to pick up the three swimming sailors. Meantime, the guns were in 
readiness, though, owing to the San Dominick having glided somewhat astern of the sealer, only the aftermost 
one could be brought to bear. ","I hailed the Perseverance, ordering the ports got up, and the guns run out as soon as possible. We pulled as 
fast as we could on board; and then despatched the boat for the man who was left in the water, whom we 
succeeded to save alive.",5.0
What is his destiny to him compared with the shipping interests? Does not he drive for Squire Make-a-stir?,"It was my good fortune to enjoy the company of a gentleman--one Mr. Smooth-it-away-- who, though he had never 
actually visited the Celestial City, yet seemed as well acquainted with its laws, customs, policy, and 
statistics, as with those of the city of Destruction, of which he was a native townsman. ",4.0
Loveth she me with the love past all understanding?,"The peace, the rest, the central security which belong to love that is past all
understanding,--these could return no more.",4.0
"    Whence they, like richly-laden merchants, come                     ","  Of rude access, of prospect wild,",0.0
The dripping of the oar suspended!,"And, oft as ease and health retire",2.0
What mean ye by saying that the poor ye have always with you ,For ye have the poor always with you; but me ye have not always.,5.0
"Vain! vain! vain! said the face to him. Fool! fool! fool! said
the face to him. Quit! quit! quit! said the face to him. But when
he mentally interrogated the face as to why it thrice said Vain!
Fool! Quit! to him; here there was no response. For that face
did not respond to any thing. Did I not say before that that 
face was something separate, and apart; a face by itself? Now, any
thing which is thus a thing by itself never responds to any other
thing. If to affirm, be to expand one’s isolated self; and if to deny, 
be to contract one’s isolated self; then to respond is a
suspension of all isolation. Though this face in the tower was 
so dear and so mild; though the gay youth Apollo was enshrined
in that eye, and paternal old Saturn sat cross-legged on
that ivory brow; yet somehow to Pierre the face at last wore a
sort of malicious leer to him.","""Fool!"" said the sophist, in an under-tone
Gruff with contempt; which a death-nighing moan
From Lycius answer'd, as heart-struck and lost,
He sank supine beside the aching ghost.
""Fool! Fool!"" repeated he, while his eyes still
Relented not, nor mov'd; ""from every ill
Of life have I preserv'd thee to this day,
And shall I see thee made a serpent's prey?""",3.0
"    Truth, their immortal Una? Babylon,","  Long by the loved enthusiast woo'd,",0.0
"    Learned and wise, hath perished utterly,                          ",  And placed her on his sapphire throne;,0.0
"How calm! how still! the only sound,",     That mourn beneath the gliding sail!,2.0
The evening darkness gathers round,"  And gaze her visions wild, and feel unmix'd her flame!",1.0
The evening darkness gathers round,  Far from the sainted growing woof:,1.0
Talk of a divinity in man! ,"Men, as by a natural inspiration, have agreed to speak of conscience as the voice of God, as the Divinity 
within us. This principle, reverently obeyed, makes us more and more partakers of the moral perfection of
the Supreme Being, of that very excellence, which constitutes the rightfulness of his sceptre, and enthrones 
him over the universe.",5.0
"True, there never was and is not likely soon to be a nation of philosophers, nor am I certain it is desirable 
that there should be. ",But a nation of philosophers is as little to be expected as the philosophical race of kings wished for by Plato.,5.0
"Hippocrates has even left directions how we should cut our nails; that is, even with the ends of the fingers, 
neither shorter nor longer.",The nails neither to exceed nor come short of the finger tips.,5.0
"Now let us, as we float along,","  Of rude access, of prospect wild,",1.0
The dripping of the oar suspended!,"     No sedge-crown'd sister now attend,",2.0
frigid purgatorial fires,"It is possible,
You are the consciousness of your unhappy family,
Its bird sent flying through the purgatorial flame.
Indeed it is possible. You may learn hereafter,
Moving along through flames of ice, chosen
To resolve the enchantment under which we suffer.",5.0
"Seating himself in the stern, Captain Delano, making a last salute, ordered the boat shoved off. The crew had 
their oars on end. The bowsmen pushed the boat a sufficient distance for the oars to be lengthwise dropped. 
The instant that was done, Don Benito sprang over the bulwarks, falling at the feet of Captain Delano; at the 
same time calling towards his ship, but in tones so frenzied, that none in the boat could understand him. 
But, as if not equally obtuse, three sailors, from three different and distant parts of the ship, splashed 
into the sea, swimming after their captain, as if intent upon his rescue.
The dismayed officer of the boat eagerly asked what this meant. To which, Captain Delano, turning a disdainful 
smile upon the unaccountable Spaniard, answered that, for his part, he neither knew nor cared; but it seemed 
as if Don Benito had taken it into his head to produce the impression among his people that the boat wanted 
to kidnap him.","When I had seated myself in the boat, and ordered her to be shoved off, the people having their oars up on
end, she fell off at a sufficient distance to leave room for the oars to drop. After they were down, the 
Spanish captain, to my great astonishment, leaped from the gunwale of the ship into the middle of our boat. 
As soon as he had recovered a little, he called out in so alarming a manner, that I could not understand him; 
and the Spanish sailors were then seen jumping overboard and making for our boat. These proceedings excited 
the wonder of us all. The officer whom I had with me anxiously inquired into their meaning. I smiled and told 
him, that I neither knew, nor cared; but it seemed the captain was trying to impress his people with a belief 
that we intended to run away with him. ",5.0
"In that lonely little closet of his, Pierre foretasted all that this world hath either of praise or dispraise; 
and thus foretasting both goblets, anticipatingly hurled them both in its teeth.
All panegyric, all denunciation, all criticism of any sort, would come too late for Pierre.","I have been so praised elsewhere and abused, alternately, that mere habit has rendered me 
as indifferent to both as a man of twenty-six can be to anything",3.0
"Now let us, as we float along,","    Of all the sons of soul, was known;",1.0
"Our moulting season, like that of the fowls, must be a crisis in our lives. The loon retires to solitary ponds 
to spend it. Thus also the snake casts its slough, and the caterpillar its wormy coat, by an internal industry 
and expansion; for clothes are but our outmost cuticle and mortal coil. Otherwise we shall be found sailing 
under false colors, and be inevitably cashiered at last by our own opinion, as well as that of mankind. ","When we have shuffled off this mortal coil    
Must give us pause.",4.0
"    Whence they, like richly-laden merchants, come                     ","    To few the godlike gift assigns,                                ",0.0
May know that Poet's sorrows more.                         ,  Where is the bard whose soul can now,1.0
"Thou art my heaven, Lucy; and here I lie thy shepherd-king, watching for new eye-stars to rise in thee. ","One, chief, in gracious dignity enthroned,
Shines o’er the rest, the pastoral queen, and rays
Her smiles sweet-beaming on her shepherd-king;",3.0
"But Charles was a boy; advice often seems the most wantonly
wasted of all human breath; man will not take wisdom on trust; 
may be, it is well; for such wisdom is worthless; we must find
the true gem for ourselves; and so we go groping and groping
for many and many a day.","Direct not him whose way himself will choose: ’Tis breath thou lack’st, and that breath wilt thou lose. ",4.0
"Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbrac’d; 
No hat upon his head; his stockings foul’d. 
Ungarter’d, and down-gyved to his ankle; 
Pale as his shirt; his kneesknocking each other; 
And with a look so piteous in purport 
As if he had been loosed out of hell 
To speak of horrors, he came beforeme.","On the previous undetermined days, Pierre had solicitously
sought to disguise his emotions from his mother, by a certain
carefulness and choiceness in his dress. But now, since his very
soul was forced to wear a mask, he would wear no paltry palliatives and disguisements on his body. 
He went to the cottage of Lucy as disordered in his person, as haggard in his face.",3.0
    Not sedentary all: there are who roam,  And placed her on his sapphire throne;,0.0
The time of the seasons and the constellations,"The dance along the artery
The circulation of the lymph
Are figured in the drift of stars",4.0
The dripping of the oar suspended!,"  Long by the loved enthusiast woo'd,",1.0
By virtue's holiest Powers attended.,     Whose cold turf hides the buried friend!,2.0
"    Truth, their immortal Una? Babylon,",  His loveliest elfin queen has blest;,0.0
"Now, for a house, so situated in such a country, to have no piazza for the convenience of those who might 
desire to feast upon the view, and take their time and ease about it, seemed as much of an omission as if 
a picture-gallery should have no bench; for what but picture-galleries are the marble halls of these same 
limestone hills?—galleries hung, month after month anew, with pictures ever fading into pictures ever fresh. 
And beauty is like piety—you cannot run and read it; tranquillity and constancy, with, now-a-days, an easy 
chair, are needed. For though, of old, when reverence was in vogue, and indolence was not, the devotees of 
Nature, doubtless, used to stand and adore—just as, in the cathedrals of those ages, the worshipers of 
a higher Power did—yet, in these times of failing faith and feeble knees, we have the piazza and the pew. ","In furtherance of my design, and as if to leave me no pretext for not fulfilling it, there was in the rear 
of the house the most delightful little nook of a study that ever afforded its snug seclusion to a scholar. 
It was here that Emerson wrote Nature; for he was then an inhabitant of the Manse, and used to watch 
the Assyrian dawn and Paphian sunset and moonrise from the summit of our eastern hill. When I first saw 
the room, its walls were blackened with the smoke of unnumbered years, and made still blacker by the 
grim prints of Puritan ministers that hung around. These worthies looked strangely like bad angels, 
or at least like men who had wrestled so continually and so sternly with the Devil that somewhat of 
his sooty fierceness had been imparted to their own visages. They had all vanished now; a cheerful coat 
of paint and golden-tinted paper-hangings lighted up the small apartment; while the shadow of a willow-tree 
that swept against the overhanging eaves atempered the cheery western sunshine. In place of the grim prints 
there was the sweet and lovely head of one of Raphael’s Madonnas, and two pleasant little pictures of the Lake 
of Como. The only other decorations were a purple vase of flowers, always fresh, and a bronze one containing 
graceful ferns. My books (few, and by no means choice; for they were chiefly such waifs as chance had thrown 
in my way) stood in order about the room, seldom to be disturbed. ",4.0
"In answer to my advertisement, a motionless young man one morning stood upon my office threshold, 
the door being open, for it was summer. I can see that figure now —-pallidly neat, pitiably respectable, 
incurably forlorn! It was Bartleby. ","In the summer of 1843, having an extraordinary quantity of deeds to copy, I engaged, temporarily, 
an extra copying clerk, who interested me considerably, in consequence of his modest, quiet, 
gentlemanly demeanor, and his intense application to his duties.",5.0
"“Oh, sir,” tears starting in her eyes, “the first time I looked out of this window, I said ‘never, never 
shall I weary of this.’”
“And what wearies you of it now?”
“I don’t know,” while a tear fell; “but it is not the view, it is Marianna.”
Some months back, her brother, only seventeen, had come hither, a long way from the other side, to cut wood 
and burn coal, and she, elder sister, had accompanied, him. Long had they been orphans, and now, sole 
inhabitants of the sole house upon the mountain. No guest came, no traveler passed. The zigzag, perilous 
road was only used at seasons by the coal wagons. The brother was absent the entire day, sometimes the entire 
night. When at evening, fagged out, he did come home, he soon left his bench, poor fellow, for his bed; 
just as one, at last, wearily quits that, too, for still deeper rest. The bench, the bed, the grave.","All day within the dreamy house,
The doors upon their hinges creak'd;
The blue fly sung in the pane; the mouse
Behind the mouldering wainscot shriek'd,
Or from the crevice peer'd about.
Old faces glimmer'd thro' the doors
Old footsteps trod the upper floors,
Old voices called her from without.
She only said, ""My life is dreary,
He cometh not,"" she said;
She said, ""I am aweary, aweary,
I would that I were dead!"" ",4.0
"Now let us, as we float along,","  When He, who call'd with thought to birth                         ",1.0
"In the year 1799, Captain Amasa Delano, of Duxbury, in Massachusetts, commanding a large sealer and general 
trader, lay at anchor with a valuable cargo, in the harbor of St. Maria—a small, desert, uninhabited island 
toward the southern extremity of the long coast of Chili. There he had touched for water.
On the second day, not long after dawn, while lying in his berth, his mate came below, informing him that 
a strange sail was coming into the bay. Ships were then not so plenty in those waters as now. He rose, dressed, 
and went on deck.
The morning was one peculiar to that coast. Everything was mute and calm; everything gray. The sea, though 
undulated into long roods of swells, seemed fixed, and was sleeked at the surface like waved lead that has 
cooled and set in the smelter’s mould. The sky seemed a gray surtout. Flights of troubled gray fowl, 
kith and kin with flights of troubled gray vapors among which they were mixed, skimmed low and fitfully 
over the waters, as swallows over meadows before storms. Shadows present, foreshadowing deeper shadows to come.","Wednesday, February 20th, commenced with light airs from the north east, and thick foggy weather. At six A.M. 
observed a sail opening round the south head of St. Maria, coming into the bay. It proved to be a ship. 
The captain took the whale boat and crew and went on board her. As the wind was very light, so that
a vessel would not have much more than steerage way at the time; observed that the ship acted very awkwardly.",5.0
    To seek the general mart of Christendom;,"  From many a cloud that dropp'd ethereal dew,                      ",0.0
"For the pattern is new in every moment
And every moment is a new and shocking
Valuation of all we have been. ","You are not the same people who left that station
Or who will arrive at any terminus,",3.0
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar;,"  Yon tented sky, this laughing earth,",1.0
"Yoke the body to the soul, and put both to the plow,
and the one or the other must in the end assuredly drop in the furrow. 
Keep, then, thy body effeminate for labor, and thy soul laboriously robust; 
or else thy soul effeminate for labor, and thy body laboriously robust. 
Elect! the two will not lastingly abide in one yoke.","Intellectual activity is incompatible with any large amount of bodily exercise. 
The yeoman and the scholar —-the yeoman and the man of finest moral culture, 
though not the man of sturdiest sense and integrity --are two distinct individuals, 
and can never be melted or welded into one substance.",4.0
"Thy catching nobleness unsexes me, my brother; and now I know that in her most exalted moment, 
then woman no more feels the twin-born softness of her breasts, but feels chain-armor palpitating there!","Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood.
Stop up th’ access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between
Th’ effect and it. Come to my woman’s breasts
And take my milk for gall, you murd’ring ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature’s mischief. ",4.0
"With shabby equipment always deteriorating
In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,
Undisciplined squads of emotion.","Words strain,
Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,
Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,
Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place,
Will not stay still.",3.0
"    That would lament her;Memphis, Tyre, are gone",  Where is the bard whose soul can now,0.0
"It is to be doubted whether any spot of earth can, in desolateness, furnish a parallel to this group. 
Abandoned cemeteries of long ago, old cities by piecemeal tumbling to their ruin, these are melancholy enough; 
but, like all else which has but once been associated with humanity, they still awaken in us some thoughts 
of sympathy, however sad. Hence, even the Dead Sea, along with whatever other emotions it may at times inspire, 
does not fail to touch in the pilgrim some of his less unpleasurable feelings.","When summer was dead and buried the Old Manse became as lonely as a hermitage. Not that ever—in my time 
at least—it had been thronged with company; but, at no rare intervals, we welcomed some friend out of 
the dusty glare and tumult of the world, and rejoiced to share with him the transparent obscurity 
that was floating over us. In one respect our precincts were like the Enchanted Ground through 
which the pilgrim travelled on his way to the Celestial City. The guests, each and all, 
felt a slumberous influence upon them; they fell asleep in chairs, or took a more deliberate siesta 
on the sofa, or were seen stretched among the shadows of the orchard, looking up dreamily through the boughs. 
They could not have paid a more acceptable compliment to my abode nor to my own qualities as a host. 
I held it as a proof that they left their cares behind them as they passed between the stone gate-posts 
at the entrance of our avenue, and that the so powerful opiate was the abundance of peace and quiet within 
and all around us. Others could give them pleasure and amusement or instruction,　 -—these could be picked up 
anywhere; but it was for me to give them rest,—rest in a life of trouble. What better could be done 
for those weary and world-worn spirits? -—for him whose career of perpetual action was impeded and harassed 
by the rarest of his powers and the richest of his acquirements? —-for another who had thrown his ardent heart 
from earliest youth into the strife of politics, and now, perchance, began to suspect that one lifetime 
is too brief for the accomplishment of any lofty aim? —-for her oil whose feminine nature had been imposed 
the heavy gift of intellectual power, such as a strong man might have staggered under, and with it 
the necessity to act upon the world?—in a word, not to multiply instances, what better could be done 
for anybody who came within our magic circle than to throw the spell of a tranquil spirit over him? 
And when it had wrought its full effect, then we dismissed him, with but misty reminiscences, 
as if he had been dreaming of us. ",2.0
The evening darkness gathers round,     Ah! what will every dirge avail!,2.0
"    Whence they, like richly-laden merchants, come                     ","  Was wove on that creating day,",0.0
"    That would lament her;Memphis, Tyre, are gone","  From many a cloud that dropp'd ethereal dew,                      ",0.0
"Meantime Captain Delano hailed his own vessel, ordering the ports up, and the guns run out. But by this time 
the cable of the San Dominick had been cut; and the fag-end, in lashing out, whipped away the canvas shroud 
about the beak, suddenly revealing, as the bleached hull swung round towards the open ocean, death for the 
figure-head, in a human skeleton; chalky comment on the chalked words below, “Follow your leader.”","I hailed the Perseverance, ordering the ports got up, and the guns run out as soon as possible. We pulled as 
fast as we could on board; and then despatched the boat for the man who was left in the water, whom we 
succeeded to save alive.",5.0
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar;,  Him whose school above the rest,1.0
"For ye two, my most undiluted prayer is now, that from your here unseen and frozen chairs 
ye may never stir alive; --the fool of Truth, the fool of Virtue, the fool of Fate, now quits
ye forever!","It would be hard to put more mental and moral philosophy than the Persians have thrown into a sentence,
Fooled thou must be, though wisest of the wise: Then be the fool of virtue, not of vice.",3.0
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar;,"  Might hope the magic girdle wear,",1.0
"Ye two pale ghosts, were this the other world, ye were not welcome. 
Away! --Good Angel and Bad Angel both! --For Pierre is neuter now!","Well, well. I see the issue of these arms.
I cannot mend it, I must needs confess,
Because my power is weak and all ill-left.
But if I could, by Him that gave me life,
I would attach you all and make you stoop
Unto the sovereign mercy of the King.
But since I cannot, be it known unto you
I do remain as neuter. So fare you well-—
Unless you please to enter in the castle
And there repose you for this night.",4.0
And pray that never child of song,     And Joy desert the blooming year.,2.0
"    That, like the Red-cross Knight, they urge their way,",  Where is the bard whose soul can now,0.0
"Now look around in that most miserable room, and at that most miserable of all the pursuits of a man, 
and say if here be the place, and this be the trade, that God intended him for. ","As to that regular, uninterrupted love of writing, which you describe, in your friend, 
I do not understand it. I feel it as a torture, which I must get rid of, but never as a pleasure. 
On the contrary, I think composition a great pain.",3.0
By virtue's holiest Powers attended.,     Where slowly winds the stealing wave!;,2.0
"In their boyhood and earlier adolescence, Pierre and Glen had cherished a much more than 
cousinly attachment At the age of ten, they had furnished an example of the truth, that 
the friendship of fine-hearted, generous boys, nurtured amid the romance-engendering comforts 
and elegancies of life, sometimes transcends the bounds of mere boyishness, and revels 
for a while in the empyrean of a love which only comes short, by one degree, 
of the sweetest sentiment entertained between the sexes. Nor is this boy-love 
without the occasional fillips and spicinesses, which at times, by an apparent abatement,
enhance the permanent delights of those more advanced lovers who love beneath the cestus of Venus. 
Jealousies are felt.",My school-friendships were with me passions,3.0
"I have sat on earth’s saddle till I am weary; I must now vault over to the other saddle awhile. 
Oh, seems to me, there should be two ceaseless steeds for a bold man to ride, —-the Land and the Sea; 
and like circus-men we should never dismount, but only be steadied and rested by leaping from one
to the other, while still, side by side, they both race round the sun. 
I have been on the Land steed so long, oh I am dizzy!","Once more upon the waters! yet once more! 
And the waves bound beneath me as a steed that knows his rider.",3.0
"So thoroughly and sincerely are we compelled to live, reverencing our life, and denying the possibility of 
change. This is the only way, we say; but there are as many ways as there can be drawn radii from one centre. 
All change is a miracle to contemplate; but it is a miracle which is taking place every instant.","He [Jesus] spoke of miracles; for he felt that man’s life was a miracle, and all that man doth, and he knew 
that this daily miracle shines, as the man is diviner. But the very word Miracle, as pronounced by Christian 
churches, gives a false impression; it is Monster. It is not one with the blowing clover and the falling rain.",4.0
    To their belovèd cells:or shall we say,  And placed her on his sapphire throne;,0.0
"Nor is this boy-love without the occasional fillips and spicinesses, which at times, 
by an apparent abatement, enhance thepermanent delights of those more advanced lovers 
who love beneath the cestus of Venus.","In sickness the soul begins to dress herself for immortality. And, first, she unties the
strings of vanity that made her upper garment cleave to the world and sit uneasy; first, she
puts off the light and fantastic summer robe of lust and wanton appetite; and as soon as that
cestus, that lascivious girdle is thrown away, then the reins chasten us, and give us warning
in the night; then that which called us formerly to serve the manliness of the body, and the
childishness of the soul, keeps us waking, to divide the hours with the intervals of prayer,
and to number the minutes with our penitential groans; then the flesh sets uneasily and
dwells in sorrow; and then the spirit feels itself at ease, freed from the petulant solicitations
of those passions which in health were as busy and restless as atoms in the sun, always
dancing, and always busy, and never sitting down, till a sad night of grief and uneasiness
draws the veil, and lets them die alone in secret dishonour.",3.0
And pray that never child of song,  Or curtain'd close such scene from every future view.,1.0
"Ah, foolish! to think that by starving thy body, thou shalt fatten thy soul! 
Is yonder ox fatted because yonder lean fox starves in the winter wood? 
And prate not of despising thy body, while still thou flourisheth thy flesh-brush!","O foolishness of men! that lend their ears 
To those budge doctors of the Stoic fur, 
And fetch their precepts from the Cynic tub. 
Praising the lean and sallow Abstinence!",3.0
"“Oh, sir,” tears starting in her eyes, “the first time I looked out of this window, I said ‘never, never 
shall I weary of this.’”
“And what wearies you of it now?”
“I don’t know,” while a tear fell; “but it is not the view, it is Marianna.”
Some months back, her brother, only seventeen, had come hither, a long way from the other side, to cut wood 
and burn coal, and she, elder sister, had accompanied, him. Long had they been orphans, and now, sole 
inhabitants of the sole house upon the mountain. No guest came, no traveler passed. The zigzag, perilous 
road was only used at seasons by the coal wagons. The brother was absent the entire day, sometimes the entire 
night. When at evening, fagged out, he did come home, he soon left his bench, poor fellow, for his bed; 
just as one, at last, wearily quits that, too, for still deeper rest. The bench, the bed, the grave.","There at the moated
grange resides this dejected Mariana. At that place
call upon me, and dispatch with Angelo that it may
be quickly. ",5.0
"“My special business is to travel the country for orders for lightning-rods. This is my specimen-rod;” tapping 
his staff; “I have the best of references”—fumbling in his pockets. “In Criggan last month, I put up 
three-and-twenty rods on only five buildings.”
“Let me see. Was it not at Criggan last week, about midnight on Saturday, that the steeple, the big elm, and 
the assembly-room cupola were struck? Any of your rods there?”","But, in 1841, the lightning scored a ghastly wound down its tall, straight trunk, and began 
to dry up its life-blood. Limbs fell away from it from time to time; and the thunderbolt again scathed it. ",4.0
"All men want, not something to do with, but something to do, or rather something to be. Perhaps we should never 
procure a new suit, however ragged or dirty the old, until we have so conducted, so enterprised or sailed in 
some way, that we feel like new men in the old, and that to retain it would be like keeping new wine in old 
bottles. ","Neither do men put new wine into old bottles: else the bottles break, and the wine runneth out, and the bottles 
perish: but they put new wine into new bottles, and both are preserved.",5.0
May know that Poet's sorrows more.                         ,     In yonder grave your Druid lies! ,2.0
    To seek the general mart of Christendom;,"    To few the godlike gift assigns,                                ",0.0
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar;,"  At solemn turney hung on high,",1.0
And pray that never child of song,  Listening the deep applauding thunder;,1.0
The evening darkness gathers round,  On which that ancient trump he reach'd was hung:,1.0
    Nor leaves her Speech one word to aid the sigh,  And all thy subject life was born!                                ,0.0
"I hate the world, and could trample all lungs of mankind as
grapes, and heel them out of their breath, to think of the woe
and the cant, --to think of the Truth and the Lie! ","how should he, who knows mankind well, do other than despise and abhor them.",3.0
    To scatter seeds of life on barbarous shores;,  And placed her on his sapphire throne;,0.0
"It is very evident what mean and sneaking lives many of you live, for my sight has been whetted by experience; 
always on the limits, trying to get into business and trying to get out of debt. . .  ","Under the old law many poor debtors were brought to jail to remain there at least for a month or until they 
were willing to take the poor debtors’ oath before a magistrate, or to ‘‘swear out.’’ But the law allowed them 
to have ‘‘the liberty of the yard’’ by giving sureties that they would not transgress the prescribed limits. 
This was technically called ‘‘the liberty of the yard.’’ Perhaps originally it only included the prison yard, 
but this privilege was extended. . . . This was in order that the debtors might obtain opportunity to work 
and support themselves. There were generally ten to twenty of these debtors, a few confined in prison, but 
most of them ‘‘out on the limits’’ as it was termed.",4.0
"How calm! how still! the only sound,","    And Heaven, and Fancy, kindred powers,",1.0
"The twelve labors of Hercules were trifling in comparison with those which my neighbors have undertaken; 
for they were only twelve, and had an end; but I could never see that these men slew or captured any monster 
or finished any labor. They have no friend Iolas to burn with a hot iron the root of the hydra’s head, but as 
soon as one head is crushed, two spring up.","The second labour of Hercules was
to destroy the Lernæan hydra, which had seven heads according to Apollodorus, 50 according to Simonides, and 
100 according to Diodorus. This celebrated monster he attacked with his arrows, and soon after he came to a 
close engagement, and by means of his heavy club he destroyed the heads of his enemy. But this was productive 
of no advantage; for as soon as one head was beaten to pieces by the club, immediately two sprang up, and the 
labour of Hercules would have remained unfinished had not he commanded his friend Iolas to burn, with a hot 
iron, the root of the head which he had crushed to pieces.",4.0
"Is Lucy Tartan the name? -—Perhaps, perhaps; -—but also, in
the dream, Pierre; she came, with her blue eyes turned beseechingly on me; 
she seemed as if persuading me from thee; —-methought she was then more than thy cousin; 
-—methought shewas that good angel, which some say, hovers over every human soul; and methought 
—-oh, methought that I was thy other, thy other angel, Pierre.","Ficinus, in his comment upon this place, cap. 8. following Plato, calls these two loves, 
two devils, or good and bad angels according to us, which are still hovering about our souls.",4.0
May know that Poet's sorrows more.                         ,"  At solemn turney hung on high,",1.0
    To their belovèd cells:or shall we say,"  Nigh sphered in heaven, its native strains could hear;",0.0
"    That would lament her;Memphis, Tyre, are gone","    In vain--Such bliss to one alone,",0.0
By virtue's holiest Powers attended.,  And placed her on his sapphire throne;,1.0
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar;,"     Meek Nature's Child, again adieu!",2.0
And pray that never child of song,"  And she, from out the veiling cloud,",1.0
    Or quit with zealous step their knee-worn floors,"  And dress'd with springs and forests tall,",0.0
"    Truth, their immortal Una? Babylon,","  And Truth, in sunny vest array'd,                                 ",0.0
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar;,"  Long by the loved enthusiast woo'd,",1.0
By virtue's holiest Powers attended.,"The friend shall view yon whitening spire,",2.0
"But Charles was a boy; advice often seems the most wantonly
wasted of all human breath; man will not take wisdom on trust; 
may be, it is well; for such wisdom is worthless; we must find
the true gem for ourselves; and so we go groping and groping
for many and many a day.","Vex not yourself nor strive not with your breath,
For all in vain comes counsel to his ear.",4.0
"“The hottest, weariest hour of day, you mean? Sir, the sun gilds not this roof. It leaked so, 
brother newly shingled all one side. Did you not see it? The north side, where the sun strikes most on 
what the rain has wetted. The sun is a good sun; but this roof, in first scorches, and then rots. 
An old house. They went West, and are long dead, they say, who built it. A mountain house. In winter no fox 
could den in it. That chimney-place has been blocked up with snow, just like a hollow stump.”","All day within the dreamy house,
The doors upon their hinges creak'd;
The blue fly sung in the pane; the mouse
Behind the mouldering wainscot shriek'd,
Or from the crevice peer'd about.
Old faces glimmer'd thro' the doors
Old footsteps trod the upper floors,
Old voices called her from without.
She only said, ""My life is dreary,
He cometh not,"" she said;
She said, ""I am aweary, aweary,
I would that I were dead!"" ",4.0
"    Learned and wise, hath perished utterly,                          ","  Long by the loved enthusiast woo'd,",0.0
"    That, like the Red-cross Knight, they urge their way,","  And dress'd with springs and forests tall,",0.0
"    Whence they, like richly-laden merchants, come                     ","  And thou, thou rich-hair'd youth of morn,",0.0
The dripping of the oar suspended!,Yet lives there one whose heedless eye,2.0
May know that Poet's sorrows more.                         ,     Where slowly winds the stealing wave!;,2.0
"How godlike, how immortal, is he?","What a piece of worke is a man! How Noble in reason! How infinite in faculty! In forme and mouing
how expresse and admirable! In Action, how like an Angel in apprehension, how like a God!",4.0
    By these Religious saved for all posterity.,"    Happier, hopeless Fair, if never",0.0
"“With a rusty dagger-fragment in one hand, and a bit of a wine-jar in another, I sat me down 
on the ruinous green sofa I have spoken of, and bethought me long and deeply of these same Buccaneers. 
Could it be possible, that they robbed and murdered one day, reveled the next, and rested themselves 
by turning meditative philosophers, rural poets, and seat-builders on the third? Not very improbable, 
after all. For consider the vacillations of a man. Still, strange as it may seem, I must also abide 
by the more charitable thought; namely, that among these adventurers were some gentlemanly, 
companionable souls, capable of genuine tranquillity and virtue.”","Nor, in truth, had the Old Manse ever been profaned by a lay occupant until that memorable summer afternoon 
when I entered it as my home. A priest had built it; a priest had succeeded to it; other priestly men from 
time to time had dwelt in it; and children born in its chambers had grown up to assume the priestly character. 
It was awful to reflect how many sermons must have been written there. The latest inhabitant alone --he by 
whose translation to paradise the dwelling was left vacant --had penned nearly three thousand discourses, 
besides the better, if not the greater, number that gushed living from his lips. How often, no doubt, had he 
paced to and fro along the avenue, attuning his meditations to the sighs and gentle murmurs and deep 
and solemn peals of the wind among the lofty tops of the trees! In that variety of natural utterances he could 
find something accordant with every passage of his sermon, were it of tenderness or reverential fear. 
The boughs over my head seemed shadowy with solemn thoughts, as well as with rustling leaves. I took shame 
to myself for having been so long a writer of idle stories, and ventured to hope that wisdom would descend 
upon me with the falling leaves of the avenue, and that I should light upon an intellectual treasure in the 
Old Manse well worth those hoards of long-hidden gold which people seek for in moss-grown houses. 
Profound treatises of morality; a layman’s unprofessional, and therefore unprejudiced, views of religion; 
histories (such as Bancroft might have written had he taken up his abode here, as he once purposed) bright 
with picture, gleaming over a depth of philosophic thought, --these were the works that might fitly have 
flowed from such a retirement. In the humblest event, I resolved at least to achieve a novel that should 
evolve some deep lesson, and should possess physical substance enough to stand alone.",2.0
"On either hand dung to by a girl who would have laid down her life for him; Pierre, nevertheless, 
in his deepest, highest part, was utterly without sympathy from any thing divine, human, brute, or vegetable. 
One in a city of hundreds of thousands of human beings, Pierre was solitary as at the Pole.","The men and women around me, even speaking with me, were but Figures; 
I had, practically, forgotten that they were alive, that they were not merely automatic. 
In midst of their crowded streets and assemblages, I walked solitary; 
and (except as it was my own heart, not another’s, that I kept devouring) 
savage also, as the tiger in his jungle. ",4.0
"But here, the officer of the boat, who had at last succeeded in beating off the towing sailors, and was now, 
with face turned aft, assisting the bowsman at his oar, suddenly called to Captain Delano, to see what the 
black was about; while a Portuguese oarsman shouted to him to give heed to what the Spaniard was saying.","At this moment one of my Portuguese sailors in the boat spoke to me, and gave me to understand what Don Bonito 
said. I desired the captain to come aft and sit down by my side, and in a calm deliberate manner relate the 
whole affair. In the mean time the boat was employed in picking up the men who had jumped from the ship. 
They had picked up three, (leaving one in the water till after the boat had put the Spanish captain and myself 
on board my ship,) when my officer observed the cable was cut, and the ship was swinging. ",4.0
"They were pleasant spring days, in which the winter of man’s discontent was thawing as well as the earth, and 
the life that had lain torpid began to stretch itself.",Now is the winter of our discontent / Made glorious summer by this son of York.,5.0
"How godlike, how immortal, is he?","God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them",3.0
"But small consolation was this, when he considered the final insanity of his mother; 
for whence that insanity but from a hate-grief unrelenting, even as his father must have
become insane from a sin-grief irreparable? Nor did this remarkable double-doom of his parents 
wholly fail to impress his mind with presentiments 
concerning his own fate —-his own hereditary liability to madness.",I don’t know that I sha’n’t end with insanity ,3.0
"it is Winter. Sweet Summer is done; and Autumnis done; but the book, 
like the bitter Winter, is yet to be finished. Ihat season’s wheat is long garnered, 
Pierre; that season’s ripe apples and grapes are in; no crop, no plant, no fruit is out; the
whole harvest is done. Oh, woe to that belated winter-overtaken plant, 
which the summer could not bring to maturity! The drifting winter snows shall whelm it.","O may no wintry season, bare and hoary,
See it half finished: but let Autumn bold,
With universal tinge of sober gold,
Be all about me when I make an end.",3.0
The dripping of the oar suspended!,"  With many a vow from Hope's aspiring tongue,                      ",1.0
"I sometimes wonder that we can be so frivolous, I may almost say, as to attend to the gross but somewhat 
foreign form of servitude called Negro Slavery, there are so many keen and subtle masters that enslave both 
north and south. It is hard to have a southern overseer; it is worse to have a northern one; but worst of all 
when you are the slave-driver of yourself.","I understand by Slavery, that condition in which one human being exists mainly as a convenience for other 
human beings. . . . You will readily understand, therefore, that if I regard your enterprise with less 
absorbing interest than you do, it is not that I deem Slavery a less but a greater evil. If I am less troubled 
concerning the Slavery in Charlestown or New-Orleans, it is because I see so much Slavery in New York, 
which appears to claim my first efforts. . . . Still less would I undertake to say that the Slavery of 
the South is not more hideous in kind and degree than that which prevails at the North.",3.0
By virtue's holiest Powers attended.,"    Of all the sons of soul, was known;",1.0
"    Whence they, like richly-laden merchants, come                     ","  The whiles, the vaulted shrine around,",0.0
"It is as if the skycope were rent, and from the black valley of Jehoshaphat, he
caught upper glimpses of the seraphim in the visible act of adoring.","In the year that king Uzziah died I saw also the Lord sitting upon a throne, 
high and lifted up, and his train filled the temple.
Above it stood the seraphims: each one had six wings; 
with twain he covered his face, and with twain he covered his feet, and with twain he did fly.",4.0
"    Truth, their immortal Una? Babylon,","  Where he who thinks, with rapture blind,",0.0
By virtue's holiest Powers attended.,"    In vain--Such bliss to one alone,",1.0
"Look: a nothing is the substance, it casts one shadow one way, and another the other way; 
and these two shadows cast from one nothing; these, seems to me, are Virtue and Vice.","Which dreams, indeed, are ambition,
for the very substance of the ambitious is merely
the shadow of a dream.",3.0
"Now let us, as we float along,",  My trembling feet his guiding steps pursue;,1.0
"How calm! how still! the only sound,","The genial meads, assign'd to bless",2.0
"Pierre, once such syllables from thee, were all refreshing, and bedewing to me; 
now, though they drop as warmly and as fluidly from thee, 
yet falling through another and an intercepting zone, 
they freeze on the way, and clatter on my heart like hail, Pierre.","Ah, dear, if I be so,
From my cold heart let heaven engender hail
And poison it in the source, and the first stone
Drop in my neck; as it determines, so
Dissolve my life! ",3.0
"How calm! how still! the only sound,","  Young Fancy thus, to me divinest name,",1.0
"Pierre little foresaw that this world hath a secret deeper than beauty, and Life some burdens heavier than death.","Where life is more ter- rible than death, it is then the truest valour to dare to live.",3.0
May know that Poet's sorrows more.                         ,Now waft me from the green hill's side,2.0
"The metaphysical writers confess, that the most impressive, sudden, and overwhelming event, as well as the minutest, 
is but the product of an infinite series of infinitely involved and untraceable foregoing occurrences. 
Just so with every motion of the heart. Why this cheek kindles with a noble enthusiasm; why that lip curls in scorn; 
these are things not wholly imputable to the immediate apparent cause, which is only one link in the chain; 
but to a long line of dependencies whose further part is lost in the mid-regions of the impalpable air.","Every human being is irresistibly compelled to act precisely as he does act: 
in the eternity which preceded his birth a chain of causes was generated, 
which, operating under the name of motives, makes it impossible 
that any thought of his mind, or any action of his life, should be otherwise than it is.",3.0
"    That would lament her;Memphis, Tyre, are gone",  By whose the tarsel's eyes were made;,0.0
"What man, who is a man, does not feel livelier and more generous emotions toward the great god of Sin —-Satan, 
-—than toward yonder haberdasher, who only is a sinner in the small and entirely honorable way of trade?","Nothing can exceed the energy and magnificence of the character of Satan as expressed in ""Paradise Lost"".",3.0
"In any weather, at any hour of the day or night, I have been anxious to improve the nick of time, and notch it 
on my stick too; to stand on the meeting of two eternities, the past and future, which is precisely the present 
moment; to toe that line.","This narrow isthmus ’twixt two boundless seas,
The past, the future, —-two eternities!",4.0
"Seating himself in the stern, Captain Delano, making a last salute, ordered the boat shoved off. The crew had 
their oars on end. The bowsmen pushed the boat a sufficient distance for the oars to be lengthwise dropped. 
The instant that was done, Don Benito sprang over the bulwarks, falling at the feet of Captain Delano; at the 
same time calling towards his ship, but in tones so frenzied, that none in the boat could understand him. 
But, as if not equally obtuse, three sailors, from three different and distant parts of the ship, splashed 
into the sea, swimming after their captain, as if intent upon his rescue.","At four P.M. a breeze sprung up from the souther quarter, which brought the Spanish ship into the roads. She 
anchored about two cables length to the south east of our ship. Immediately after she anchored, our captain 
with his boat was shoving off from along side the Spanish ship; when to his great surprise the Spanish captain 
leaped into the boat, and called out in Spanish that the slaves on board had risen and murdered many of the 
people; and that he did not then command her; on which manoeuvre, several of the Spaniards who remained on
board, jumped overboard, and swam for our boat, and were picked up by our people.",5.0
And pray that never child of song,"  And holy Genii guard the rock,",1.0
"Upon the beach of James’s Isle, for many years, was to be seen a rude finger-post, pointing inland. 
And, perhaps, taking it for some signal of possible hospitality in this otherwise desolate spot—some good 
hermit living there with his maple dish—the stranger would follow on in the path thus indicated, 
till at last he would come out in a noiseless nook, and find his only welcome, a dead man—his sole 
greeting the inscription over a grave. Here, in 1813, fell, in a daybreak duel, a lieutenant of 
the U.S. frigate Essex, aged twenty-one: attaining his majority in death. ","Be that as it might, the tradition, says that the lad now left his task and hurried to the battle-field 
with the axe still in his hand. The British had by this time retreated; the Americans were in pursuit; 
and the late scene of strife was thus deserted by both parties. Two soldiers lay on the ground, -—one was 
a corpse; but, as the young New-Englander drew nigh, the other Briton raised himself painfully 
upon his hands and knees and gave a ghastly stare into his face. The boy, -—it must have been a nervous impulse, 
without purpose, without thought, and betokening a sensitive and impressible nature rather than 
a hardened one, -—the boy uplifted his axe and dealt the wounded soldier a fierce and fatal blow upon the head.",2.0
"For the pattern is new in every moment
And every moment is a new and shocking
Valuation of all we have been. ","What we know of other people
Is only our memory of the moments
During which we know them
And they have changed since then.",3.0
"The chill ascends from feet to knees,
The fever sings in mental wires.","The trilling wire in the blood
Sings below inveterate scars",4.0
" In order to arrive there,
To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not,
    You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.
In order to arrive at what you do not know
    You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance.
In order to possess what you do not possess
    You must go by the way of dispossession.
In order to arrive at what you are not
    You must go through the way in which you are not.","In order to arrive at having pleasure in everything,
Desire to have pleasure in nothing.
In order to arrive at possessing everything,
Desire to possess nothing.
In order to arrive at being everything,
Desire to be nothing.
In order to arrive at knowing everything,
Desire to know nothing.
In order to arrive at that wherein thou hast no pleasure,
Thou must go by a way wherein thou hast no pleasure.
In order to arrive at that which thou knowest not,
Thou must go by a way that thou knowest not.
In order to arrive at that which thou possessest not,
Thou must go by a way that thou possessest not.
In order to arrive at that which thou are not,
Thou must go through that thou are not.",4.0
"That was in the lion month of March. Not forgotten are the blue noses of the carpenters, and how they 
scouted at the greenness of the cit, who would build his sole piazza to the north. But March don’t last 
forever; patience, and August comes. And then, in the cool elysium of my northern bower, I, Lazarus in 
Abraham’s bosom, cast down the hill a pitying glance on poor old Dives, tormented in the purgatory of 
his piazza to the south.","There was a certain rich man, which was clothed in purple and fine linen, and fared sumptuously every day:
And there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, which was laid at his gate, full of sores,
And desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man's table: 
moreover the dogs came and licked his sores.
And it came to pass, that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham's bosom: 
the rich man also died, and was buried;
And in hell he lifted up his eyes, being in torments, and seeth Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom.
And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip 
of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.
But Abraham said, Son, remember that thou in thy lifetime receivedst thy good things, 
and likewise Lazarus evil things: but now he is comforted, and thou art tormented. ",5.0
"Wherefore whoso storms the sky gives best proof he came from thither! 
But whatso crawls contented in the moat before that crystal fort,
shows it was born within that slime, and there forever will abide.","What are they which dwell
So humbly in their pride, as to sojourn
With worms in clay? ",4.0
May know that Poet's sorrows more.                         ,  Listening the deep applauding thunder;,1.0
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar;,"  I read aright that gifted bard,",1.0
But men labor under a mistake. The better part of the man is soon plowed into the soil for compost. ,"This, indeed, is true, that the soul is not the whole man, but the better part of man; the body not the whole, 
but the inferior part of man.",4.0
"In short, this chronometrical and horological conceit, in sum, seems to teach this: 
—-That in things terrestrial (horological) a man must not be governed by ideas celestial (chronometrical)",On the left stands the slender octagon tower of the horologe.,3.0
"Pierre’s hands were small, and his ruffles white,","He (Ali Pacha) said he was certain I was a man of birth, because I had . . . little white hands.",4.0
"There are nowadays professors of philosophy, but not philosophers. Yet it is admirable to profess because it 
was once admirable to live. To be a philosopher is not merely to have subtle thoughts, nor even to found a 
school, but so to love wisdom as to live according to its dictates, a life of simplicity, independence, 
magnanimity, and trust. It is to solve some of the problems of life, not only theoretically, but practically.","The one condition coupled with the gift of truth is its use. That man shall be learned who reduceth his 
learning to practice.",4.0
May know that Poet's sorrows more.                         ,  Have now o'erturn'd the inspiring bowers;                         ,1.0
The evening darkness gathers round,  Have now o'erturn'd the inspiring bowers;                         ,1.0
"“And lonesome; lonesome, because so wide. Sometimes, ’tis true, of afternoons, I go a little way; 
but soon come back again. Better feel lone by hearth, than rock. The shadows hereabouts I know —-those 
in the woods are strangers.”
“But the night?”
“Just like the day. Thinking, thinking—a wheel I cannot stop; pure want of sleep it is that turns it.”
“I have heard that, for this wakeful weariness, to say one’s prayers, and then lay one’s head upon a 
fresh hop pillow—-”","Her tears fell with the dews at even;
Her tears fell ere the dews were dried;
She could not look on the sweet heaven,
Either at morn or eventide.
After the flitting of the bats,
When thickest dark did trance the sky,
She drew her casement-curtain by,
And glanced athwart the glooming flats.
She only said, ""The night is dreary,
He cometh not,"" she said;
She said, ""I am aweary, aweary,
I would that I were dead!"" ",4.0
"Because in us love is profane, since it mortally reaches toward the heaven in ye!",If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine . . .,4.0
"How calm! how still! the only sound,","But thou who own'st that earthly bed,",2.0
May know that Poet's sorrows more.                         ,"  Seraphic wires were heard to sound,",1.0
"Another feature in these isles is their emphatic uninhabitableness. It is deemed a fit type of all-forsaken 
overthrow, that the jackal should den in the wastes of weedy Babylon; but the Encantadas refuse to harbor even 
the outcasts of the beasts.Man and wolf alike disown them. Little but reptile life is here found: tortoises, 
lizards, immense spiders, snakes, and that strangest anomaly of outlandish nature, the aguano. No voice, no 
low, no howl is heard; the chief sound of life here is a hiss.","And Babylon shall become heaps, a dwellingplace for dragons, an astonishment, and an hissing, without an inhabitant.
They shall roar together like lions: they shall yell as lions' whelps.",5.0
"    Learned and wise, hath perished utterly,                          ",  And all the bright uncounted powers,0.0
"What mean ye by saying that the poor ye have always with you, or that the fathers have eaten sour grapes, 
and the children’s teeth are set on edge?","What mean ye, that ye use this proverb concerning the land of Israel, saying, The fathers have eaten sour 
grapes, and the children's teeth are set on edge?",5.0
By virtue's holiest Powers attended.,"  And she, from out the veiling cloud,",1.0
"The association of man and woman
In daunsinge, signifying matrimonie—
A dignified and commodious sacrament.
Two and two, necessarye coniunction,
Holding eche other by the hand or the arm
Whiche betokeneth concorde.","It is diligently to be noted that the associatinge of man and woman in daunsing, they both obseruinge one nombre and tyme in their meuynges, was not begonne without a speciall consideration, as well for the necessarye coniunction of those two persons, as for the initimation of sondry vertues: whiche be by them represented. And for as moche as by the association of a man and a woman in daunsinge may be signified matrimonie, I coulde in declarynge the dignitie and commoditie of that sacrament, make intiere volumes
In every daunce of a most auncient custome, there daunseth together a man and a woman, holding eache other by the hande or the arme : whiche betokeneth concorde. ",4.0
"The myriads who built the pyramids to be the tombs of the Pharaohs were fed on garlic, and it may be were 
not decently buried themselves.","There are writings on the pyramids in Egyptian characters showing how much was spent on purges and onions and 
garlic for the workmen.",5.0
The evening darkness gathers round,"But thou, lorn stream, whose sullen tide",2.0
"This incident; suggestive as it was at the time, in the sequel had a surprising effect upon Pierre. 
For he considered with what infinite readiness now, the most faithful portrait of any one 
could be taken by the Daguerreotype,whereas in former times a faithful portrait 
was only within the power of the moneyed, or mental aristocrats of the earth. 
How natural then the inference, that instead of, as in old times, immortalizing a genius, 
a portrait now only dayalized a dunce. Besides, when every body has his portrait published, 
true distinction lies in not having yours published at all. For if you are published along with
Tom, Dick, and Harry, and wear a coat of their cut, how then are you distinct from Tom, Dick, and Harry? 
Therefore, even so miserable a motive as downright personal vanity helped to operate in this matter with Pierre.","almost everybody is having his ""mug"" engraved nowadays; so that 
this test of distinction is getting to be reversed; and therefore, to see one's ""mug"" in a magazine, 
is presumptive evidence that he's a nobody. So being as vain a man as ever lived, 
and believing that my illustrious name is famous throughout the world 
--I respectfully decline being oblivionated",4.0
Talk of a divinity in man! ,"There is surely a peece of Divinity in us; something that was before the Elements, and owes no homage unto 
the Sun.",4.0
The dripping of the oar suspended!,"     Thy life, shall mourn thy early doom;",2.0
"Has the reader gone wandering, hand in hand with me, through the inner passages of my being? and have we 
groped together into all its chambers and examined their treasures or their rubbish? Not so. We have been 
standing on the greensward, but just within the cavern’s mouth, where the common sunshine is free to penetrate, 
and where every footstep is therefore free to come. I have appealed to no sentiment or sensibilities save such 
as are diffused among us all. ","The object of the man, the aim of these moments, is to make daylight shine through him, to suffer the law to 
traverse his whole being without obstruction, so that on what point soever of his doing your eye falls it 
shall report truly of his character, whether it be his diet, his house, his religious forms, his society, his 
mirth, his vote, his opposition. Now he is not homogeneous, but heterogeneous, and the ray does not traverse; 
there are no thorough lights, but the eye of the beholder is puzzled, detecting many unlike tendencies and a 
life not yet at one. ",3.0
By virtue's holiest Powers attended.,"And, oft as ease and health retire",2.0
"The walls swept to and fro, like the foliage of a forest with blazonings of conquerors’ flags. Naught outside 
the hall was visible. No windows were within four-and-twenty feet of the floor. Cut off from all other sights, 
I was hemmed in by one splendid spectacle—splendid, I mean, everywhere, but as the eye fell toward the floor. 
That was foul as a hovel’s—as a kennel’s; the naked boards being strewed with the smaller and more wasteful 
fragments of the feast, while the two long parallel lines, up and down the hall, of now unrobed, shabby, 
dirty pine-tables were piled with less trampled wrecks. The dyed banners were in keeping with the last night’s 
kings: the floor suited the beggars of to-day. The banners looked upon the floor as from his balcony Dives upon 
Lazarus. A line of liveried men kept back with their staves the impatient jam of the mob, who, otherwise, 
might have instantaneously converted the Charity into a Pillage. Another body of gowned and gilded officials 
distributed the broken meats—the cold victuals and crumbs of kings. One after another the beggars held up 
their dirty blue tickets, and were served with the plundered wreck of a pheasant, or the rim of a pasty—like 
the detached crown of an old hat—the solids and meats stolen out.","There was a certain rich man, which was clothed in purple and fine linen, and fared sumptuously every day:
And there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, which was laid at his gate, full of sores,
And desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man's table: 
moreover the dogs came and licked his sores.
And it came to pass, that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham's bosom: 
the rich man also died, and was buried;
And in hell he lifted up his eyes, being in torments, and seeth Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom.
And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip 
of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.
But Abraham said, Son, remember that thou in thy lifetime receivedst thy good things, 
and likewise Lazarus evil things: but now he is comforted, and thou art tormented. ",5.0
"The least impatience, any quickness of temper, a sharp remonstrating word from a customer in a seedy coat, 
or betraying any other evidence of poverty, however minute and indirect (for in that pecuniary
respect they are the most piercing and infallible of all the judgers of men), 
will be almost sure to provoke, in such cases, their least endurable disdain.","The gross lines are legible to the dull: the cabman is phrenologist so far: 
he looks in your face to see if his shilling is sure. ",3.0
"    Whence they, like richly-laden merchants, come                     ","  Himself in some diviner mood,                                     ",0.0
"But in other hours, Nature satisfies by its loveliness, and without any mixture of corporeal benefit. I see 
the spectacle of morning from the hill-top over against my house, from day-break to sun-rise, with emotions 
which an angel might share. The long slender bars of cloud float like fishes in the sea of crimson light. 
From the earth, as a shore, I look out into that silent sea. I seem to partake its rapid transformations: 
the active enchantment reaches my dust, and I dilate and conspire with the morning wind. How does Nature deify 
us with a few and cheap elements! Give me health and a day, and I will make the pomp of emperors ridiculous. 
The dawn is my Assyria; the sun-set and moon-rise my Paphos, and unimaginable realms of faerie; broad noon 
shall be my England of the senses and the understanding; the night shall be my Germany of mystic philosophy 
and dreams.","The reader must not, from any testimony of mine, contract a dislike towards our slumberous stream. In the light 
of a calm and golden sunset it becomes lovely beyond expression; the more lovely for the quietude that so well 
accords with the hour, when even the wind, after blustering all day long, usually hushes itself to rest. 
Each tree and rock and every blade of grass is distinctly imaged, and, however unsightly in reality, assumes 
ideal beauty in the reflection. The minutest things of earth and the broad aspect of the firmament are pictured 
equally without effort and with the same felicity of success. All the sky glows downward at our feet; the rich 
clouds float through the unruffled bosom of the stream like heavenly thoughts through a peaceful heart. We will 
not, then, malign our river as gross and impure while it can glorify itself with so adequate a picture of the 
heaven that broods above it; or, if we remember its tawny hue and the muddiness of its bed, let it be a symbol 
that the earthiest human soul has an infinite spiritual capacity and may contain the better world within its 
depths. But, indeed, the same lesson might be drawn out of any mud-puddle in the streets of a city; and, being 
taught us everywhere, it must be true. ",4.0
"The terrors of the face were not those of Gorgon; not by repelling hideousness did it smite him so; 
but bewilderingly allured him, by its nameless beauty, and its long-suffering, hopeless anguish.","They ferry over this Lethean Sound
Both to and fro, thir sorrow to augment,
And wish and struggle, as they pass, to reach
The tempting stream, with one small drop to loose
In sweet forgetfulness all pain and woe,
All in one moment, and so neer the brink;
But Fate withstands, and to oppose th' attempt
Medusa with Gorgonian terror guards
The Ford, and of it self the water flies
All taste of living wight, as once it fled
The lip of Tantalus.",3.0
"In all this, how unadmonished was our Pierre by that foreboding and prophetic lesson taught, not less by Palmyra’s quarries, than by Palmyra’s ruins.","‘Behold,’ the Fairy cried,
'Palmyra’s ruined palaces!
Behold where grandeur frowned!
Behold where pleasure smiled!
What now remains? -the memory
Of senselessness and shame.",4.0
"that, to be restored, our sickness must grow worse.","I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
Which shall be the darkness of God. As, in a theatre,
The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed
With a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness on darkness,
And we know that the hills and the trees, the distant panorama
And the bold imposing facade are all being rolled away—
Or as, when an underground train, in the tube, stops too long between stations
And the conversation rises and slowly fades into silence
And you see behind every face the mental emptiness deepen
Leaving only the growing terror of nothing to think about;
Or when, under ether, the mind is conscious but conscious of nothing—
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.",5.0
    By these Religious saved for all posterity.,"  Nigh sphered in heaven, its native strains could hear;",0.0
"    Whence they, like richly-laden merchants, come                     ","    To whom, prepared and bathed in heaven,",0.0
"The uncommon vigor of the child at length roused the mother. She started up, at a distance facing Captain 
Delano. But as if not at all concerned at the attitude in which she had been caught, delightedly she caught 
the child up, with maternal transports, covering it with kisses.
There’s naked nature, now; pure tenderness and love, thought Captain Delano, well pleased.
This incident prompted him to remark the other negresses more particularly than before. He was gratified with 
their manners: like most uncivilized women, they seemed at once tender of heart and tough of constitution; 
equally ready to die for their infants or fight for them. Unsophisticated as leopardesses; loving as doves. 
Ah! thought Captain Delano, these, perhaps, are some of the very women whom Ledyard saw in Africa, and gave 
such a noble account of.","I do not recollect a single instance of hardheartedness towards mein the women. In all my wanderings and 
wretchedness, I found
them uniformly kind and compassionate; and I can truly say, as my predecessor Mr. Ledyard has eloquently said 
before me: 
""To a woman, I never addressed myself in the language of de- cency and friendship, without receiving a decent 
and friendly answer. If I was hungry or thirsty, wet or sick, they did not hesitate, like the men, to perform 
a generous action. In so free andso kind a manner did they contribute to my relief, that if I wasdry I drank 
the sweetest draught, and if hungry I ate the coarsest morsel with a double relish.""",5.0
May know that Poet's sorrows more.                         ,"Long, long thy stone and pointed clay",2.0
Something I have said before.,"Descend lower, descend only
Into the world of perpetual solitude,
World not world, but that which is not world,
Internal darkness, deprivation
And destitution of all property,
Desiccation of the world of sense,
Evacuation of the world of fancy,
Inoperancy of the world of spirit;
This is the one way, and the other
Is the same, not in movement
But abstention from movement; while the world moves
In appetency, on its metalled ways
Of time past and time future.",5.0
By virtue's holiest Powers attended.,"  The dangerous passions kept aloof,",1.0
"Look at the teamster on the highway, wending to market by day or night; does any divinity stir within him? ","Tis the Divinity that stirs within us;
’Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter,
And intimates eternity to man.",5.0
"I am wont to think that men are not so much the keepers of herds as herds are the keepers of men, the former 
are so much the freer. Men and oxen exchange work; but if we consider necessary work only, the oxen will be 
seen to have greatly the advantage, their farm is so much the larger.","So long as cattle are used in agriculture, it is very evident that man will remain a slave, whether he be 
proprietor or hireling. The driving of cattle beyond their natural and pleasurable exertion; the waiting upon 
them as cook and chambermaid three parts of the year; the excessive labor of mowing, curing and housing hay, 
and of collecting other fodder, and the large extra quantity of land needful to keep up this system, forms a 
combination of unfavorable circumstances.",4.0
"    Truth, their immortal Una? Babylon,","  With many a vow from Hope's aspiring tongue,                      ",0.0
"This view might have been considered rather tame than otherwise, deficient in what landscape painters 
call “life.” But, if so, the view from the other end of my chambers offered, at least, a contrast, 
if nothing more. In that direction, my windows commanded an unobstructed view of a lofty brick wall, 
black by age and everlasting shade; which wall required no spy-glass to bring out its lurking beauties, 
but, for the benefit of all near-sighted spectators, was pushed up to within ten feet of my window panes. 
Owing to the great height of the surrounding buildings, and my chambers being on the second floor, 
the interval between this wall and mine not a little resembled a huge square cistern.","In furtherance of my design, and as if to leave me no pretext for not fulfilling it, there was in the rear 
of the house the most delightful little nook of a study that ever afforded its snug seclusion to a scholar. 
It was here that Emerson wrote Nature; for he was then an inhabitant of the Manse, and used to watch 
the Assyrian dawn and Paphian sunset and moonrise from the summit of our eastern hill. When I first saw 
the room, its walls were blackened with the smoke of unnumbered years, and made still blacker by the 
grim prints of Puritan ministers that hung around. These worthies looked strangely like bad angels, 
or at least like men who had wrestled so continually and so sternly with the Devil that somewhat of 
his sooty fierceness had been imparted to their own visages. They had all vanished now; a cheerful coat 
of paint and golden-tinted paper-hangings lighted up the small apartment; while the shadow of a willow-tree 
that swept against the overhanging eaves atempered the cheery western sunshine. In place of the grim prints 
there was the sweet and lovely head of one of Raphael’s Madonnas, and two pleasant little pictures of the Lake 
of Como. The only other decorations were a purple vase of flowers, always fresh, and a bronze one containing 
graceful ferns. My books (few, and by no means choice; for they were chiefly such waifs as chance had thrown 
in my way) stood in order about the room, seldom to be disturbed.",2.0
The evening darkness gathers round,"With him, sweet Bard, may fancy die;",2.0
"In that lonely little closet of his, Pierre foretasted all that this world hath either of praise or dispraise; 
and thus foretasting both goblets, anticipatingly hurled them both in its teeth.
All panegyric, all denunciation, all criticism of any sort, would come too late for Pierre.","I have been so praised elsewhere and abused, alternately, that mere habit has rendered me 
as indifferent to both as a man of twenty-six can be to anything",3.0
"That the starry vault shall surcharge the heart with all rapturous marvelings, 
is only because we ourselves are greater miracles, and superber trophies than all the
stars in universal space.","We are the miracle of miracles, —-the great inscrutable mystery of God. We cannot understand it, 
we know not how to speak of it; but we may feel and know, if we like, that it is verily so.",4.0
"On either hand dung to by a girl who would have laid down her life for him; Pierre, nevertheless, 
in his deepest, highest part, was utterly without sympathy from any thing divine, human, brute, or vegetable. 
One in a city of hundreds of thousands of human beings, Pierre was solitary as at the Pole.","But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men,
To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess,
And roam along, the world's tired denizen,
With none who bless us, none whom we can bless;
Minions of splendour shrinking from distress!	
None that, with kindred consciousness endued,
If we were not, would seem to smile the less
Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued;
This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!",3.0
"He is learning how to live, by rehearsing the part of death.","for the sake of the future, one postpones and loses the present.",3.0
May know that Poet's sorrows more.                         ,"But thou who own'st that earthly bed,",2.0
"the darkness into which they peered
Or from which they turned their eyes.","In the middle of the journey of our life,
I found myself in a dark wood,
Having lost the straight path.",3.0
    Or quit with zealous step their knee-worn floors,"  The band, as fairy legends say,",0.0
The dripping of the oar suspended!,     Dun Night has veil'd the solemn view!,2.0
"He could not stay in his chamber: the house contracted to a nut-shell around him; 
the walls smote his forehead; bare-headed he rushed from the place, and only in the infinite air, 
found scope for that boundless expansion of his life. ","O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell 
and count myself a king of infinite space, 
were it not that I have bad dreams.",4.0
    Nor leaves her Speech one word to aid the sigh,"  Retiring, sat with her alone,",0.0
"in a bramble,
On the edge of a grimpen, where is no secure foothold,",Grimpen Mire,4.0
"In summer, too, Canute-like, sitting here, one is often reminded of the sea. For not only do long ground-swells 
roll the slanting grain, and little wavelets of the grass ripple over upon the low piazza, as their beach, 
and the blown down of dandelions is wafted like the spray, and the purple of the mountains is just 
the purple of the billows, and a still August noon broods upon the deep meadows, as a calm upon the Line; 
but the vastness and the lonesomeness are so oceanic, and the silence and the sameness, too, that 
the first peep of a strange house, rising beyond the trees, is for all the world like spying, 
on the Barbary coast, an unknown sail.","By and by, in a little time, the outward world puts on a drear austerity. On some October morning 
there is a heavy hoarfrost on the grass and along the tops of the fences; and at sunrise the leaves 
fall from the trees of our avenue, without a breath of wind, quietly descending by their own weight. 
All summer long they have murmured like the noise of waters; they have roared loudly while the branches 
were wrestling with the thunder --gust; they have made music both glad and solemn; they have attuned 
my thoughts by their quiet sound as I paced to and fro beneath the arch of intermingling boughs. 
Now they can only rustle under my feet. Henceforth the gray parsonage begins to assume a larger importance, 
and draws to its fireside, -—for the abomination of the air-tight stove is reserved till wintry weather,
—-draws closer and closer to its fireside the vagrant impulses that had gone wandering about 
through the summer. ",4.0
"As touched and bewitched by the loveliness of this silence, Pierre neared the cottage, and lifted his eyes, he swiftly paused, fixing his glance upon one upper, open casement there. Why now this impassioned, youthful pause? Why this enkindled cheek and eye? Upon the sill of the casement, a snow-white glossy pillow reposes, and a trailing shrub has softly rested arich, crimson flower against it.",See! how she leans her cheek upon her hand: O! that I were a glove upon that hand. That I might touch that cheek.,4.0
"Now let us, as we float along,","  Retiring, sat with her alone,",1.0
"How calm! how still! the only sound,",     Ah! what will every dirge avail!,2.0
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar;,"  Where, tangled round the jealous steep,",1.0
"In most books, the I, or first person, is omitted; in this it will be retained; that, in respect to egotism, 
is the main difference. ",I—- this thought which is called I—- is the mould into which the world is poured like melted wax.,3.0
"    That, like the Red-cross Knight, they urge their way,","  Lo! to each other nymph, in turn, applied,",0.0
The evening darkness gathers round,"     Thy life, shall mourn thy early doom;",2.0
And pray that never child of song,"Their hinds and shepherd-girls shall dress,",2.0
"    Learned and wise, hath perished utterly,                          ","  Himself in some diviner mood,                                     ",0.0
"What a man thinks of himself, that it is which determines, or rather indicates, his fate. Self-emancipation 
even in the West Indian provinces of the fancy and imagination, -— what Wilberforce is there to bring that 
about?","The fancy sees the outside, and is able to give a portrait of the outside, clear, brilliant, and full of 
detail. The imagination sees the heart and inner nature, and makes them felt, but is often obscure, mysterious, 
and interrupted, in its giving of outer detail.",3.0
"Those parts of the strand free from the marks of fire, stretch away in wide level beaches of multitudinous 
dead shells, with here and there decayed bits of sugar-cane, bamboos, and cocoanuts, washed upon this other 
and darker world from the charming palm isles to the westward and southward; all the way from Paradise to 
Tartarus; while mixed with the relics of distant beauty you will sometimes see fragments of charred wood and 
mouldering ribs of wrecks.","The rocks are covered with crabs, and there are also a few small shells and winkles. A large quantity of dead 
shells of various kinds, were washed upon the beach; all of which were familiar to me; among the rest, were 
the shells of large cray-fish, but we never caught any of them alive. On several parts of the shore, there was 
drift-wood, of a larger size, than any of the trees, that grow on the island: also bamboos and wild sugar 
canes, with a few small cocoa nuts at full growth, though not larger than a pigeon's egg. We observed also, 
some burnt wood, but that might have drifted from the continent, been thrown over-board from a ship, or fired 
by lightning on the spot.",4.0