 All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom. |
| The little windflower, whose just opened eye is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at. |
| Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness. |
| The groves were God's first temples. |
| Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen. Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook. |
| A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty. |
| Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep. |
| Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger. |
| Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings. |
| There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by. |
| And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death. |
| Where hast thou wandered. gentle gale, to find the perfumes thou dost bring? |
| Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign. |
| A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep. |
| Eloquence is the poetry of prose. |
| To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language. |
| Winning isn't everything, but it beats anything in second place. |
| The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within. |
| The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep to-night. |
| Loveliest of lovely things are they on earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour is prized beyond the sculptured flower. |
