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Find all words that match a particular pattern, using letters and the wildcard characters ? and *. (Crossword puzzles).Match Word Soundex. Find all words that match the soundex of a particular word.Match Word Metaphone. Find all words that match the metaphone of a particular word.Liberty will not descend to a people; a people must raise themselves to liberty; it is a blessing that must be earned before it can be enjoyed.ColtonGive me the liberty to know, to think, to believe, and to utter freely, according to conscience, above all other liberties.MiltonThe cry of the soul is for freedom. It longs for liberty, from the date of its first conscious moments.J. G. HollandThe word independence is united to the accessory ideas of dignity and virtue; the word dependence is united to the ideas of inferiority and corruption.J. BenthamHe that marries for money sells his liberty.ProverbHe who has no opinion of his own, but depends upon the opinion and taste of others, is a slave.KlopstockA right independence of mind will enable us to stand alone amid the beating and breaking of storms that will bear against it - a mind that will think its own thoughts, and stand upon its own principles; leaning entirely upon others, and bowing continually, is no property of an independent mind.J. W. BarkerThere are two freedoms, - the false, where a man is free to do what he likes; the true, where a man is free to do what he ought.Charles KingsleyTrue liberty is not liberty to do evil as well as good.John WinthropFreedom exists only where the people take care of the government.Woodrow WilsonThat nation is in the enjoyment of liberty which stands by its own strength, and does not depend on the will of another.LivyWe hold these truths to be self-evident; that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.Thomas Jefferson.The spirit of liberty is not merely, as multitudes imagine, a jealousy of our own particular rights, but a respect for the rights of others, and an unwillingness that any man, whether high or low, should be wronged and trampled under foot.W. E. ChanningLiberty is the richest inheritance which man has received from the skies! When shall its sacred fire burn in every bosom, and kindling with the thrilling force of inspiration, spread from heart to heart and from mind to mind, and be the common privilege and birthright of every human being?ActonMore quotations about:Liberty,Freedom,Freedoms,Independent,Independence,Self-Reliance,A book should be luminous, but not voluminous.BoveeSouls dwell in printer's type.Joseph AmesInk is the blood of the printing press.MiltonA great library contains the diary of the human race.DawsonHe has his Rome, his Florence, his whole glowing Italy, within the four walls of his library. He has in his books the ruins of an antique world, and the glories of a modern one.LongfellowThose faithful mirrors, which reflect to our mind the minds of sages and heroes.GibbonSome books are drenched sands, on which a great soul's wealth lies all in heaps, like a wrecked argosy.Adam SmithSome books we should keep in our hands, and on our hearts; the best way we could dispose of others would be, to throw them in the fire.ActonBooks give the same turn to our thoughts that company does to our conversation, without loading our memories, or making us even sensible of the change.SwiftDo not believe that a book is good, if in reading it thou dost not feel more contented with thy existence, if it does not rouse up in thee most generous feelings.LavaterWhat gunpowder did for war, the printing-press has done for the mind; and the statesman is no longer clad in the steel of special education, but every reading man is his judge.Wendell PhillipsA library is but the soul's burial ground; it is the land of shadows.H. W. BeecherLibraries collect the works of genius of every language and every age.G. BancroftA library is a precious catacomb, wherein are embalmed and preserved imperishably the great minds of the dead who will never die.ChatfieldThoughts are but dreams till their effects be tried.William ShakespeareThe conscious utterance of thought, by speech or action, to any end, is art.EmersonWhen the eye sees what it never saw, the heart will think what it never thought.ProverbAll that mankind has done, thought, gained, or been, - it is lying as in magic preservation in the pages of books.CarlyleLiterature is the thought of thinking souls.CarlyleConsider what you have in the smallest chosen library. A company of the wisest and wittiest men that could be picked out of all civil countries, in a thousand years, have set in best order the results of their learning and wisdom. The men themselves were hid and inaccessible, solitary, impatient of interruption, fenced by etiquette; but the thought which they did not uncover to their bosom friend is here written out in transparent words to us, the strangers of another age.EmersonIf you would not be forgotten as soon as you are dead, either write things worth reading or do things worth writing.Benjamin FranklinThe silent power of books is a great power in the world; and there is a joy in reading them which those alone can know who read them with desire and enthusiasm. Silent, passive, and noiseless though they be, they may yet set in action countless multitudes, and change the order of nations.Henry GilesHave you ever rightly considered what the mere ability to read means? That it is the key which admits us to the whole world of thought and fancy and imagination? to the company of saint and sage, of the wisest and the wittiest at their wisest and wittiest moment? That it enables us to see with the keenest eyes, hear with the finest ears, and listen to the sweetest voices of all time? More than that, it annihilates time and space for us.LowellMore quotations about:Libraries,Library,Books,Book,Reading,Printing,Thoughts,ThinkingSpoken by Helen Hunt JacksonCounting the hours by bells and lightsWe rose and sank;The waves on royal banquet-heightsTossed off and drankTheir jewels made of sun and moon,White pearls at midnight, gold at noon. ...Achievements by Ella Wheeler WilcoxTrust in thine own untried capacityAs thou wouldst trust in God Himself. Thy soulIs but an emanation from the whole.Thou dost not dream what forces lie in thee,Vast and unfathomed as the grandest sea.Thy silent mind o'er diamond caves may roll,Go seek them - but let guiding will controlThose passions which thy favouring winds can be. ...Avenging and Bright Fell The Swift Sword Of Erin by Thomas MooreAvenging and bright fell the swift sword of Erin,On him who the sons of Usna betray'd;For ev'ry fond eye he hath waken'd a tear in,A drop from his heart-wounds shall weep o'er her blade.By the red cloud that hung over Conor's dark dwelling,When Ulad's three champions lay sleeping in gore;By the pillows of war which, so often, high swelling,Have wafted these heroes to victory's shore! -- ...Cold And Quiet by Jean IngelowCold, my dear, -- cold and quiet.In their cups on yonder lea,Cowslips fold the brown bee's diet;So the moss enfoldeth thee. ...Constancy by Ella Wheeler WilcoxI will be true. Mad stars forsake their courses,And, led by reckless meteors, turn awayFrom paths appointed by Eternal Forces;But my fixed heart shall never go astrayLike those calm worlds whose sun-directed motionIs undisturbed by strife of wind or sea,So shall my swerveless and serene devotionSweep on for ever, loyal unto thee. ...Contentment by Oliver Wendell HolmesLittle I ask; my wants are few;I only wish a hut of stone,(A very plain brown stone will do,)That I may call my own; --And close at hand is such a one,In yonder street that fronts the sun. ...Daily Trials by Oliver Wendell HolmesO there are timesWhen all this fret and tumult that we hearDo seem more stale than to the sexton's earHis own dull chimes.Ding dong! ding dong!The world is in a simmer like a seaOver a pent volcano, -- woe is meAll the day long! ...Endure by Achsa White SpragueStrikes it coldly on the heart --Endure, endure, be what thou art?Never bend beneath the load,Never falter on the road,Onward, proudly, through the strife,'Tis the corner-stone of life;Make your happiness secure,Endure, endure, endure, endure! ...Endymion by Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThe rising moon has hid the stars;Her level rays, like golden bars,Lie on the landscape green,With shadows brown between.And silver white the river gleams,As if Diana in her dreams,Had dropt her silver bowUpon the meadows low. ...Epitaph On Holy Willie by Robert BurnsHere Holy Willie's sair worn clayTak's up its last abode;His soul has ta'en some other way,I fear, the left-hand road. ...False Poets And True by Thomas HoodLook how the lark soars upward and is gone,Turning a spirit as he nears the sky!His voice is heard, but body there is noneTo fix the vague excursions of the eye.So, poets' songs are with us, though they dieObscured and hid by Death's oblivious shroud,And earth inherits the rich melody,Like raining music from the morning cloud. ...Fishing by Ella Wheeler WilcoxOh, of course, it's bliss -- but how hot it isAnd the rock I'm sitting on grows harder every minute;Still the fisher waits, trying various baits,But the baskets at his side, I see, have nothing in them. ...In Flanders Fields by John McCraeIn Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row,That mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below. ...Lost At Sea by Thomas Bailey AldrichThe face that Carlo Dolci drewLooks down from out its leafy hood --The holly berries, gleaming throughThe pointed leaves, seem drops of blood.Above the cornice, round the hearth,Are evergreens and spruce-tree boughs;'T is Christmas morning: Christmas mirthAnd joyous voices fill the house. ...Love's Extravagance by Ella Wheeler WilcoxCould I but measure my strength, by my love,Were I as strong, as my heart's love is true,I would pull down the stars, from the heavens above,And weave them all into a garland for you.And brighter, and better, your jewels should beThan any proud queen's, that e'r dwelt o'er the sea.Ay! richer and rarer, your gems, love, should beThan any rare jewels that come from the sea. ...Mistakes by Ella Wheeler WilcoxGod sent us here to make mistakes,To strive, to fail, to re-begin,To taste the tempting fruit of sin,And find what bitter food it makes, ...Momus, God Of Laughter by Ella Wheeler WilcoxWisdom wearies, Love has wings --Wealth makes burdens, Pleasure stings,Glory proves a thorny crown --So all gifts the gods throw downBring their pains and troubles after;All save Momus, god of laughter.He alone gives constant joy,Hail to Momus, happy boy! ...O Lay Thy Hand In Mine, Dear! by Gerald MasseyO lay thy hand in mine, dear!We're growing old, we're growing old;But Time hath brought no sign, dear,That hearts grow cold, that hearts grow cold.'T is long, long since our new loveMade life divine, made life divine;But age enricheth true love,Like noble wine, like noble wine. ...Rain And Wind by Madison Julius CaweinI hear the hoofs of horsesGalloping over the hill,Galloping on and galloping on,When all the night is shrillWith wind and rain that beats the pane --And my soul with awe is still. ...Remember The Alamo by Rose Hartwick ThorpeTwo student lads one morning metUnder the blue-domed Texas skies;Strangers by birth and station, yetYouth's heart lies close beneath youth's eyes.A thousand miles lay 'twixt their homes,Watered by many a crystal stream;Dame Nature reared a thousand domes,And spread a thousand plains between.They met, clasped hands, scorned bolt and bar,Which cautious age puts on the heart;Shared room and purse, then wandered farBy quiet ways and busy mart.By San Antonio's winding stream,Through narrow streets, the two lads passed,Saw antique ruins, like some dreamOf ancient times. ...Sand Of The Desert In An Hour-Glass by Henry Wadsworth LongfellowA handful of red sand, from the hot climeOf Arab deserts brought,Within this glass becomes the spy of Time,The minister of Thought.How many weary centuries has it beenAbout those deserts blown!How many strange vicissitudes has seen,How many histories known! ...Strange Meeting by Wilfred OwenIt seemed that out of the battle I escapedDown some profound dull tunnel, long since scoopedThrough granites which Titanic wars had groined.Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred.Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and staredWith piteous recognition in fixed eyes,Lifting distressful hands as if to bless. ...The Beautiful Land Of Nod by Ella Wheeler WilcoxCome, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear,Your head like the golden-rod,And we will go sailing away from hereTo the beautiful Land of Nod.Away from life's hurry, and flurry, and worry,Away from earth's shadows and gloom,To a world of fair weather we'll float off together,Where roses are always in bloom. ...The Bells by Edgar Allan PoeHear the sledges with the bells,Silver bells!What a world of merriment their melody foretells!How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,In the icy air of night!While the stars, that oversprinkleAll the heavens, seem to twinkleWith a crystalline delight;Keeping time, time, time,In a sort of Runic rhyme,To the tintinnabulation that so musically wellsFrom the bells, bells, bells, bells,Bells, bells, bells --From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. ...The Bells of Lynn by Henry Wadsworth LongfellowO curfew of the setting sun! O Bells of Lynn!O requiem of the dying day! O Bells of Lynn!From the dark belfries of yon cloud-cathedral wafted,Your sounds aërial seem to float, O Bells of Lynn!Borne on the evening wind across the crimson twilight,O'er land and sea they rise and fall, O Bells of Lynn! ...The Family by Bayard TaylorDear Love, whatever fateThe flying years unfold,There's none can dissipateThe happiness we hold.Whatever cloud may rise,The very storms grow mildWhere bend the blissful skiesO'er Husband, Wife, and Child. ...The Favorite Flower by Celia ThaxterO the warm, sweet, mellow summer noon,The golden calm and the perfumed air,The chirp of birds and the locust's croon,The rich flowers blossoming still and fair.The old house lies 'mid the swarming leavesSteeped in sunshine from porch to eaves,With doors and windows thrown open wideTo welcome the beauty and bloom outside. ...The Flowers In The Cemetery by Hannah Flagg GouldNight falls around us, like a mourner's veil;But, though our beauties in the dimness fade,Still does the pure, free essence we exhaleAscend and penetrate the deepest shade.If thus the better part of those you weep,From death and darkness, rose to life and light;Then lift your hearts from all that earth could keepTo that blest world where you may re-unite.Such is the part that we, the humble Flowers,Perform; and such the solace we would giveTo man, who, while we bloom our few short hours,Has yet a whole eternity to live! ...The House Of Clouds by Elizabeth Barrett BrowningI would build a cloudy HouseFor my thoughts to live in:When for earth too fancy-loose,And too low for Heaven!Hush! I talk my dream aloud --I build it bright to see, --I build it on the moonlit cloudTo which I looked with thee. ...The Husband Speaks by Elizabeth StoddardDearest though I have sung a many songs,Yet have I never sung one from my heart,Save to thee only -- and such private songsAre as the silent, secret kiss of Love!My heart, I say, so sacred was, and is,I kept, I keep it, from all eyes but thine,Because it is no longer mine, but thine,Given thee forever, when I gave myselfThat winter morning -- was it years ago? ...The Iron Pen by Henry Wadsworth LongfellowI thought this Pen would ariseFrom the casket where it lies -Of itself would arise, and writeMy thanks and my surprise. ...The Mother's Pride by James NackYes, she is beautiful indeed!The soft blue eyes, the golden hair,The brow where pleasant thoughts we read,The radiant smile, the winning air,The cherub form of perfect grace,Whose fairy steps in music glide --And oh! that sweet, that heavenly face!Well may she be her mother's pride! ...The Old Clock On The Stairs by Henry Wadsworth LongfellowSomewhat back from the village streetStands the old-fashioned country-seat;Across its antique porticoTall poplar trees their shadows throw,And from its station in the hallAn ancient timepiece says to all,For ever -- never!Never -- for ever!Halfway up the stairs it stands,And points and beckons with its handsFrom its case of massive oak,Like a monk, who, under his cloak,Crosses himself, and sighs, alas!With sorrowful voice to all who pass, --For ever -- never!Never -- for ever! ...The Rock-A-By Lady by Eugene FieldThe Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby streetComes stealing; comes creeping;The poppies they hang from her head to her feet,And each hath a dream that is tiny and fleet --She bringeth her poppies to you, my sweet,When she findeth you sleeping! ...The Rose by James Whitcomb RileyIt tossed its head at the wooing breeze;And the sun, like a bashful swain,Beamed on it through the waving treesWith a passion all in vain, --For my rose laughed in a crimson glee,And hid in the leaves in wait for me.The honey-bee came there to singHis love through the languid hours,And vaunt of his hives, as a proud old kingMight boast of his palace-towers:But my rose bowed in a mockery,And hid in the leaves in wait for me. ...The Salt Sea-Wind by Ella Wheeler WilcoxWhen Venus, mother and maker of blisses,Rose out of the billows, large-limbed, and fair,She stood on the sands and blew sweet kissesTo the salt sea-wind as she dried her hair. ...The Sandpiper by Celia ThaxterAcross the narrow beach we flit,One little sandpiper and I;And fast I gather, bit by bit,The scattered driftwood bleached and dry.The wild waves reach their hands for it,The wild wind raves, the tide runs high,As up and down the beach we flit, --One little sandpiper and I. ...The Soul's Expression by Elizabeth Barrett BrowningWith stammering lips and insufficient sound,I strive and struggle to deliver rightThat music of my nature, day and night,With dream and thought and feeling, interwound,And inly answering all the senses roundWith octaves of a mystic depth and height,Which step out grandly to the infiniteFrom the dark edges of the sensual ground! ...The Wife Speaks by Elizabeth StoddardHusband, to-day could you and I beholdThe sun that brought us to our bridal mornRising so splendid in the winter sky(We thought fair spring returned), when we were wed;Could the shades vanish from these fifteen years,Which stand like columns guarding the approachTo that great temple of the double soulThat is as one -- would you turn back, my dear,And, for the sake of Love's mysterious dream,As old as Adam and as sweet as Eve,Take me, as I took you, and once more goTowards that goal which none of us have reached? ...Thou Art, O God by Thomas MooreThou art, O God, the life and lightOf all this wond'rous world we see;Its glow by day, its smile by night,Are but reflections caught from Thee.Where'er we turn Thy glories shine,And all things fair and bright are Thine! ...Tis Sweet To Think by Thomas MooreOh! 'tis sweet to think, that, where'er we rove,We are sure to find something blissful and dear,And that, when we're far from the lips we love,We have but to make love to the lips we are near!The heart, like a tendril, accustom'd to cling,Let it grow where it will, cannot flourish alone,But will lean to the nearest and loveliest thingIt can twine with itself, and make closely its own.Then oh! what pleasure, where'er we rove,To be sure to find something still that is dear,And to know, when far from the lips we love,We have but to make love to the lips we are near. ...To A Blank Sheet Of Paper by Oliver Wendell HolmesTake, then, this treasure to thy trust,To win some idle reader's smile,Then fade and moulder in the dust,Or swell some bonfire's crackling pile. ...To Autumn by John KeatsSeason of mists and mellow fruitfulness!Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and blessWith fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shellsWith a sweet kernel; to set budding more,And still more, later flowers for the bees,Until they think warm days will never cease,For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. ...Was, Is, And Yet-To-Be by Ella Wheeler WilcoxWas, Is, and Yet-to-BeWere chatting over a cup of tea.In tarnished finery smelling of must,Was talked of people long turned to dust;Of titles and honours and high estate,All forgotten or out of date; ...We Are Seven by William Wordsworth-- A simple Child,That lightly draws its breath,And feels its life in every limb,What should it know of death? ...Wedded Love by James NackI every day a tender layShall waken to her name,And every night to throne of mightShall kneel to bless the same;For years and years, through smiles and tears,I'll prize her all above;And well shall this insure the blissThat hails our wedded love. ...What Love Is by Ella Wheeler WilcoxLove is the centre and circumference;The cause and aim of all things - 'tis the keyTo joy and sorrow, and the recompenseFor all the ills that have been, or may be. ...What We Need by Ella Wheeler WilcoxBut we want women, strong of soul, yet lowly,With that rare meekness, born of gentleness,Women whose lives are pure and clean and holy,The women whom all little children bless.Brave, earnest women, helpful to each other,With finest scorn for all things low and mean;Women who hold the names of wife and motherFar nobler than the title of a Queen.Oh, these are they who mould the men of story,These mothers, ofttimes shorn of grace and youth,Who, worn and weary, ask no greater gloryThan making some young soul the home of truth;Who sow in hearts all fallow for the sowingThe seeds of virtue and of scorn for sin,And, patient, watch the beauteous harvest growingAnd weed out tares which crafty hands cast in. ...Woman by Ella Wheeler WilcoxGive us that grand word woman once again,And let's have done with lady: one's a termFull of fine force, strong, beautiful, and firm,Fit for the noblest use of tongue or pen;And one's a word for lackeys. 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