The snow had begun in the gloaming, and busily all the night had been heaping field and highway with a silence deep and white.
His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, But hern went pity-Zekle.
Did man e'er live Saw priest or woman yet forgive?
Sentiment is intellectualized emotion; emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy.
It is curious how tyrannical the habit of reading is...
Laborin' man an' laborin' woman Hev one glory an' one shame; Ev'y thin' thet' s done inhuman Injers all on 'em the same.