Date: 1845
"I then presented an appearance enough to affect any but a heartĀ of iron."
preview | full record— Douglass, Frederick (1818-1895)
Date: 1850
"The characters of the narrative would not be warmed and rendered malleable by any heat that I could kindle at my intellectual forge."
preview | full record— Hawthorne, Nathaniel (1804-1864)
Date: 1854
"They love the soil which makes their graves, but have no sympathy with the spirit which may still animate their clay."
preview | full record— Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)
Date: 1890
"I've known her from an ample nation / Choose one; / Then close the valves of her attention / Like stone."
preview | full record— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)
Date: 1892
"Least village boasts its blacksmith, / Whose anvil's even din / Stands symbol for the finer forge / That soundless tugs within, // Refining these impatient ores / With hammer and with blaze, / Until the designated light / Repudiate the forge."
preview | full record— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)
Date: 1922
"When the two gases previously mentioned are mixed in the presence of a filament of platinum, they form sulphurous acid. This combination takes place only if the platinum is present; nevertheless the newly formed acid contains no trace of platinum, and the platinum itself is apparently unaffected...
preview | full record— Eliot, T. S. (1888-1965)
Date: 1922
"Desire destroys, consumes my mortal fears, / Transforming me into a shape of flame. / I will come out, back to your world of tears, / A stronger soul within a finer frame."
preview | full record— McKay, Claude (1889-1948)
Date: 1922
"I do not fear to face the fact and say, / How darkly-dull my living hours have grown, / My wounded heart sinks heavier than stone, / Because I loved you longer than a day!"
preview | full record— McKay, Claude (1889-1948)
Date: 1946
"A ghost is someone: death has left a hole / For the lead-colored soul to beat the fire"
preview | full record— Lowell, Robert (1917-1977)
Date: 1984
"The Kuang program spurted from tarnished cloud, Case's consciousness divided like beads of mercury, arcing above an endless beach the color of the dark silver clouds."
preview | full record— Gibson, William (b. 1948)