We may believe that we shall know each other's forms hereafter; and in the bright fields of the better land call the lost dead to us.

One lamp — thy mother’s love — amid the stars Shall lift its pure flame changeless, and before The throne of God, burn through eternity - Holy — as it was lit and lent thee here.

The innocence that feels no risk and is taught no caution, is more vulnerable than guilt, and oftener assailed.

I knelt, and with the fervor of a lip unused to the cool breath of reason, told my love.

Nature has thrown a veil of modest beauty over maidenhood and moss-roses.

Vulgarity is more obvious in satin than in homespun.

The expressive word "quiet" defines the dress, manners, bow, and even physiognomy of every true denizen of St. James and Bond street.