A noble type of good. Heroic womanhood.
What seems to us but dim funeral tapers may be heaven's distant lamps.
Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.
Enthusiasm begets enthusiasm.
Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.
These stars of earth, these golden flowers.