Like streams that keep a summer mind Snow-hid in Jenooary.

With every step of the recent traveler our inheritance of the wonderful is diminished. Those beautiful pictured notes of the possible are redeemed at a ruinous discount in the hard coin of the actual.

What visionary tints the year puts on, When falling leaves falter through motionless air Or numbly cling and shiver to be gone! How shimmer the low flats and pastures bare, As with her nectar Hebe Autumn fills The bowl between me and those distant hills, And smiles and shakes abroad her misty, tremulous hair!

An appeal to the reason of the people has never been known to fail in the long run.

If God made poets for anything, it was to keep alive the traditions of the pure, the holy, and the beautiful.

Who's not sat tense before his own heart's curtain.

O reputation! dearer far than life.