Sometimes, I think the things we see are shadows of the things to be; that what we plan we build

But whenever she thanks the givers for favors great and small, she thinks of the good little sister who gave her more than they all.

Women are only told that they resemble angels when they are young and beautiful; consequently, it is their persons, not their virtues, that procure them homage.

One sweetly solemn thought, comes to me o'er and o'er; I am nearer home today, than I ever have been before.

And though hard be the task, keep a stiff upper lip.

O that one unguarded moment! / Were it mine to live again, / All the strength of its temptation / Would appeal to me in vain.

Laugh out, O stream, from your bed of green, / Where you lie in the sun's embrace; / And talk to the reeds that o'er you lean / To touch your dimpled face.