Of dead kingdoms I recall the soul, sitting amid their ruins.

For her heart was cold to all but gold,And the rich came not to woo --But honored well are charms to sellIf priests the selling do.

In comparing men and books, one must always remember this important distinction,-that one can put the books down at anytime.

Let us weep in our darkness, but weep not for him!Not for him who, departing, leaves millions in tears!Not for him who has died full of honor and years!Not for him who ascended Fame's ladder so high:From the round at the top he has stepped to the sky.

The lily and the rose in her fair face striving for precedence.

The innocence that feels no risk and is taught no caution, is more vulnerable than guilt, and oftener assailed.

Gratitude is not only the memory but the homage of the heart rendered to God for his goodness.

Wisdom sits aloneTopmost in Heaven.

For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart,And makes his pulses fly,To catch the thrill of a happy voiceAnd the light of a pleasant eye.