To Multiply The Harbors Does Not Reduce

I Would Paint A Portrait Which Would Bring The Tears, Had I Canvas For It, And The Scene Should Be -- Solitude, And The Figures -- Solitude -- And The Lights And Shades, Each A Solitude.

What Will The Solemn Hemlock- What Will The Oak Tree Say?

Love Can Do All But Raise The Dead.

I Have A Bird In Spring Which For Myself Doth Sing - The Spring Decoys. And As The Summer Nears - And As The Rose Appears, Robin Is Gone. Yet Do I Not Repine Knowing That Bird Of Mine Though Flown - Learneth Beyond The Sea Melody New For Me And Will Return.

These Are The Days When Birds Come Back, A Very Few, A Bird Or Two, To Take A Backward Look.