The lily and the rose in her fair face striving for precedence.
A flirt is like a dipper attached to a hydrant; every one is at liberty to drink from it, but no one desires to carry it away.
The ear in man and beast is an evidence of blood and high breeding.
Of dead kingdoms I recall the soul, sitting amid their ruins
Gratitude is not only the memory but the homage of the heart- rendered to God for his goodness.
The innocence that feels no risk and is taught no caution, is more vulnerable than guilt, and oftener assailed.