The fair breeze blew, The white foam flew, And the forrow followed free. We were the first to ever burst into the silent sea.

Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends.

The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea.

Oh worse than everything, is kindness counterfeiting absent love.

Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.

May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling, Silent as though they watched the sleeping earth!