Peace is always beautiful.
The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing.
As soon as histories are properly told there is no more need of romances.
Most works are most beautiful without ornament.
O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done, / The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won
Have you reckonโd a thousand acres much? have you reckonโd the earth much? Have you practisโd so long to learn to read? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?