Look on this cast, and know the hand That bore a nation in its hold; From this mute witness understand What Lincoln was - how large of mould.

Alas, by what rude fate Our lives, like ships at sea, an instant meet, Then part forever on their courses fleet.

Science has but one fashion-to lose nothing once gained.

A poet must sing for his own people.

Fashion is a potency in art, making it hard to judge between the temporary and the lasting.

Do your heart and head keep pace? When does hoary Love expire, When do frosts put out the fire? Can its embers burn below All that chill December snow?

Men are egotists, and not all tolerant of one man's selfhood; they do not always deem the amities elective.