Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase is fruits of innocence and blessedness.
Ah! never shall the land forget.
Poetry is the eloquence of verse.
I grieve for life's bright promise, just shown and then withdrawn.
Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.
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.