Fair words gladden so many a heart.

Some must follow and some command, through all are made oclay.

With many readers, brilliancy of style passes for affluence of thought; they mistake buttercups in the grass for immeasurable gold mines under ground.

Very hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows.

The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone.

So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest.

The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full of flowers.