"The one great poem of New England is her Sunday."

"Let tyrants shake their iron rod, And Slav'ry clank her galling chains, We fear them not, we trust in God, New Englan…"

"I sing New England, as she lights her fire In every Prairie's midst; and where the bright Enchanting stars shine pure…"

"The pious ones of Plymouth who, reaching the Rock, first fell upon their knees and then upon the aborigines."

"And the heavy night hung dark, The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New Eng…"

"Good night, you Princes of Maine—you Kings of New England!"

"He comes of the Brahmin caste of New England. This is the harmless, inoffensive, untitled aristocracy referred to, an…"

"Every nation, like every individual, walks in a vain show—else it could not live with itself—but I never got over the…"

"The most serious charge which can be brought against New England is not Puritanism but February."

"I first drew in New England's air, and from her hardy breast Sucked in the tyrant-hating milk that will not let me rest."