That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair.

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

The Eagle, he was lord above

Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man.

This solitary Tree! a living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay; Of form and aspect too magnificent To be destroyed.

Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar.