Sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great.

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

Gone are the living, but the dead remain, And not neglected; for a hand unseen, Scattering its bounty like a summer rain, Still keeps their graves and their remembrance green.

A life that is worth writing at all is worth writing minutely.

The air of summer was sweeter than wine.

Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.

Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.