To live in the hearts of others is not to die

The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn, Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return.

An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin.

Our purpose is to grow up and become love

Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree-- It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.

Oh, how hard it is to find The one just suited to our mind!

A man who will not leave his room because he does not know how, or is afraid to open the door, is trapped just the same whether or not the door is locked.