Books are the best type of the influence of the past.

The eye— it cannot choose but see; we cannot bid the ear be still; our bodies feel, where'er they be, against or with our will.

In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness.

To be young was very heaven!

Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave!

But who would force the soul tilts with a straw Against a champion cased in adamant

Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!