And when she was good she was very very good. But when she was bad she was horrid.

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood.

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

It was Autumn, and incessant Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves, And, like living coals, the apples Burned among the withering leaves.

The Wreck of the Hesperus But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he.

Nothing that is can pause or stay.

Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.