A Moment's Thinking Is An Hour In

We Watch'd Her Breathing Through The Night, Her Breathing Soft And Low, As In Her Breast The Wave Of Life Kept Heaving To And Fro.

Apothegms Form A Short Cut To Much Knowledge.

There's A Double Beauty Whenever A Swan Swims On A Lake With Her Double Thereon.

But Evil Is Wrought By Want Of Thought, As Well As Want Of Heart!

I Remember, I Remember The Fir-trees Dark And High; I Used To Think Their Slender Tops Were Close Against The Sky; It Was A Childish Ignorance, But Now 't Is Little Joy To Know I'm Farther Off From Heaven Than When I Was A Boy.