"How still the morning of the hallow'd day! Mute is the voice of rural labour, hush'd The ploughboy's whistle, and the…"

"Nature gives a parting smile. As yet the blue-bells linger on the sod That copes the sheepfold ring; and in the woods…"

"How pleasant came thy rushing, silver Tweed! Upon my ear when, after roaming long In southern plains, I've reach'd th…"

"The helm may rust, the laurel bough may fade, Oblivion's grasp may blunt the victor's blade: But that bright holy wre…"

"Yes! I could find some comfort in the thought Of being scourged, Were there but hope that this defiling sin Which mar…"

"O to be like my Lord! Yet must I be Mine own self too, And to the nature He bestowed on me Be frankly true.The olive …"

"The devout and politically free inhabitant of New England is a kind of Laocoön who makes not the least effort to esca…"

"There is a sort of republican plainness and simplicity in their address, quite in harmony with the institutions of th…"

"The process in England...is to ring for the chambermaid; but in America there are no bells, and no chambermaids. You …"

"Minnie, I canna caa my wheel, or spin the oo or twine the tweel. It's luve a laddie whammles me. Ech, the wanchancie …"