With many readers, brilliancy of style passes for affluence of thought; they mistake buttercups in the grass for immeasurable gold mines under ground.

A boy's will is the wind's will, and the thought's of youth are long, long thoughhts

The course of my long life hath reached at last in fragile bark over a tempestuous sea the common harbor, where must rendered be account for all the actions of the past.

Under a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands.

Very hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows.

Noble souls, through dust and heat, rise from disaster and defeat the stronger.

Many have genius, but, wanting art, are forever dumb. The two must go together to form the great poet, painter, or sculptor.