The Wreck Of The Hesperus But The

There Is Nothing Holier In This Life Of Ours Than The First Consciousness Of Love, The First Fluttering Of Its Silken Wings.

O Beautiful, Awful Summer Day, What Hast Thou Given, What Taken Away?

Truly, This World Can Go On Without Us, If We Would But Think So.

Many Readers Judge Of The Power Of A Book By The Shock It Gives Their Feelings.

Be Still, Sad Heart! And Cease Repining; Behind The Clouds Is The Sun Still Shining; Thy Fate Is The Common Fate Of All, Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall