“This quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies, And Lads and Girls;Was laughter and ability and sighing,And frocks and curls.This passive place a Summer's nimble mansion,Where Bloom and BeesFulfilled their Oriental Circuit,Then ceased like these.”

“Love is like the wild rose-briar;Friendship like the holly-tree.The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms,But which will bloom most constantly?The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,Its summer blossoms scent the air;Yet wait till winter comes again,And who will call the wild-briar fair?Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now,And deck thee with holly's sheen,That, when December blights thy brow,He still may leave thy garland green.”

“We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.”

“If the stillness is VolcanicIn the human faceWhen upon a pain TitanicFeatures keep their place-If at length the smoldering anguishWill not overcome-And the palpitating VinyardIn the dust, be overthrown?”

“Lad of Athens, faithful beTo thyself,And Mystery -All the rest is Perjury”

“Faith is a fine inventionWhen gentlemen can see,But microscopes are prudentIn an emergency.”

“Tell all the Truth but tell it slant--Success in Circuit liesToo bright for our infirm DelightThe Truth's superb surpriseAs Lightning to the Children easedWith explanation kindThe Truth must dazzle graduallyOr every man be blind--”