A noble type of good. Heroic womanhood.

Three silences there are: the first of speech, the second of desire, the third of thought.

Then read from the treasured volume the poem of thy choice, and lend to the rhyme of the poet the beauty of thy voice.

My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me.

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

Dead he is not, but departed, for the artist never dies.

Resolve and thou art free.