Think not because no man sees, such things will remain unseen.

The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.

Listen my children and you shall hear, Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere

My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea

Every man has a paradise around him till he sins, and the angel of an accusing conscience drives him from his Eden.

Into each life some rain must fall.

Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the latchets of his sandal shoon.