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

Were a star quenched on high,For ages would its light,Still travelling downward from the sky,Shine on our mortal sight. So when a great man dies,For years beyond our ken,The light he leaves behind him liesUpon the paths of men.

People demand freedom only when they have no power.

Let him not boast who puts his armor on as he who puts it off, the battle done.

I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon, In the round-tower of my heart, And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in the dust away!

If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it.

When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.