The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows.

The groves were God's first temples.

He [William Henry Harrison] did not live long enough to prove his incapacity for the office of President.

Poetry is the eloquence of verse.

A herd of prairie-wolves will enter a field of melons and quarrel about the division of the spoils as fiercely and noisily as so many politicians.

These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.

All great poets have been men of great knowledge.