A sonnet is a moment's monument, -/ Memorial from the Soul's eternity/ To one dead deathless hour.

The worst moment for the atheist is when he is really thankful and has nobody to thank.

Was it a friend or foe that spread these lies? Nay, who but infants question in such wise, 'twas one of my most intimate enemies.

Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity.

Her voice was like the voice the stars Had when they sang together.

This sunlight shames November where he grieves In dead red leaves, and will not let him shun The day, though bough with bough be overrun. But with a blessing every glade receives High salutation.