She stood breast-high amid the corn Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.

There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be,- In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea, Or in the wide desert where no life is found.

Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.

No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!

How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!

The biggest bore of all is he who is overflowing with congratulations

We watch'd her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro.