Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue.
Truth crushed to the earth will rise again!
Winning isn't everything, but it beats anything in second place.
Flowers spring up unsown and die ungathered.
The birch-bark canoe of the savage seems to me one of the most beautiful and perfect things of the kind constructed by human art.
Ah! never shall the land forget How gushed the life-blood of her brave -