"The Past is such a curious Creature To look at, when we choose – A Man will go to buy a Book And think he buys a Rose –"

"The Way I read a Book – is not with Eye – But with a Mind – that understands – And feels – and thinks – and knows –"

"The Frost of Death was on the Pane – 'Twas not the Frost of Snow –"

"The Sun went down – no Sweet Repose Permitted on the Road – To look at what the Day brought forth Or what the Night bestowed."

"A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day."