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.

There's nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes it beautiful.

In the mouths of many men soft words are like roses that soldiers put into the muzzles of their muskets on holidays.

Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon Like a magician extended his golden want o'er the landscape; Trinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together.

Our pleasures and our discontents, Are rounds by which we may ascend.

Time, like a preacher in the days of the Puritans, turned the hour-glass on his high pulpit, the church belfry.

Death is the chillness that precedes the dawn; We shudder for a moment, then awake In the broad sunshine of the other life.