Very Hot And Still The Air Was,

It Was The Schooner Hesperus, That Sailed The Wintry Sea.

Intelligence And Courtesy Not Always Are Combined; Often In A Wooden House A Golden Room We Find.

Down Sank The Great Red Sun, And In Golden, Glimmering Vapors Veiled The Light Of His Face, Like The Prophet Descending From Sinai.

The Greatest Grace Of A Gift, Perhaps, Is That It Anticipates And Admits Of No Return.

All That Is Best In The Great Poets Of All Countries Is Not What Is National In Them, But What Is Universal.