“Words are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us,With heaven's light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit,True or false, that never dies;Every word man's lips have utteredEchoes in God's skies.” MenLightSpiritDiesHeavenSkyAngelWingsRoundsLipsSerpentTrue Or FalseVenomous Book:Legends and lyrics: a book of verses Source: Legends and lyrics: a book of verses
“Reviving Spring, a toast to thy fresh lips! Thy blush is music, and e'en heaven lurks In thy thick perfumed hair that hangs about Thy flowered shoulders like enchanted rain; Thy sigh is song and thy soft breath a balm, Dispelling death -- soft loosing his cold grip, Unravelling darkness in the heart of pain, As o'er dank waters rings the laugh of dawn.” HeartPainSongHeavenWaterDarknessLaughingHairColdSpringRainBreathsLipsRingsShouldersDawnThickSighToastsEnchantedDankDispelling Book:Cloudrifts at Twilight Source: Cloudrifts at Twilight
“If an angel should be winged from Heaven, on an errand of mercy to our country, the first accents that would glow on his lips would be, Beware! Be cautious! You have everything to lose; nothing to gain. We live under the only government that ever existed which was framed by the unrestrained and deliberate consultations of the people. Miracles do not cluster. That which has happened but once in six thousand years cannot be expected to happen often. Such a government, once gone, might leave a void, to be filled, for ages, with revolution and tumult, riot and despotism.” PeopleIfsShouldYearsFirstsCountryGovernmentMightHappensWould BeAgeHeavenLosesGoneHappenedRevolutionThousandSixAngelGainsMercyMiracleConstitutionFilledLipsExpectedOur CountryVoidAccentsThousand YearsDeliberateCautiousRiotDespotismFramedTumultClustersErrandsBe CautiousConsultation Author:Daniel Webster