This flower that first appeared as summer's guest Preserves her beauty 'mid autumnal leaves And to her mournful habits fondly cleaves.

Love lies bleeding in the bed whereover Roses lean with smiling mouths or pleading: Earth lies laughing where the sun's dart clove her: Love lies bleeding.

Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy

All things that love the sun are out of doors.

Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant / Of such weak fibre that the treacherous air / Of absence withers what was once so fair?

The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love