The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky!

To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together... humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.

O Reader! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle Reader! you would find A tale in everything.

Oft in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.

We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.

My apprehension comes in crowds, I dread the rustling of the grass, The very shadows of the clouds, Have power to shake me as they pass, I question things and do not find, one that will answer to my mind, And all the world appears unkind.

To the solid ground Of nature trusts the Mind that builds for aye.