If we love one another, nothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances may happen.

This is the place. Stand still, my steed,- Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that once have been.

And when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

In ourselves are triumph and defeat.

Simplicity is the character of the spring of life, costliness becomes its autumn; but a neatness and purity, like that of the snow-drop or lily of the valley, is the peculiar fascination of beauty, to which it lends enchantment, and gives what amiability is to the mind.

Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll.