Within the memory of many of my townsmen the road near which my house stands resounded with the laugh and gossip of inhabitants, and the woods which border it were notched and dotted here and there with their little gardens and dwellings, though it was then much more shut in by the forest than now.

There is ripe fruit over your head.

I know of no redeeming qualities in myself but a sincere love for some things, and when I am reproved I fall back on to this ground.

I had often stood on the banks of the Concord, watching the lapse of the current, an emblem of all progress, following the same law with the system, with time, and all that is madeand at last I resolved to launch myself on its bosom and float whither it would bear me.

One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter.

The poet who walks by moonlight is conscious of a tide in his thought which is to be referred to lunar influence.

I live in the angle of a leaden wall, into whose composition was poured a little alloy of bell-metal. Often, in the repose of my mid-day, there reaches my ears a confused tintinnabulum from without. It is the noise of my contemporaries.