Reckon not on your chickens before they are hatched. --Page 376. He saw the rocks of the mountain tops all crimson and purple with the sunset; and there were bright tongues of fiery cloud burning and quivering about them; and the river, brighter than all, fell, in a wavering column of pure gold, from precipice to precipice, with the double arch of a broad purple rainbow stretched across it, flushing and fading alternately in the wreaths of spray. --Page 420. (Volume III) In darkness dissolves the gay frost-work of bliss. --Page 96. Peace and order and beauty draw Round thy symbol of light and law. --Page 349. Lips where smiles went out and in. --Page 386. All the little boys and girls, With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls. --Page 391. (Volume IV) Prince thou art,--the grown up man Only is republican. --Page 3. O'er me, like a regal tent, Cloudy-ribbed, the sunset bent, Purple-curtained, fringed with gold, Looped in many a wind-swung fold. --Page 6. Now in memory comes my mother, As she was long years agone, To regard the darling dreamers Ere she left them till the dawn. --Page 8. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. --Page 60. For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. --Page 61. And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. --Page 86. Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes may be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought. --Page 88. And when the arrows of sunset Lodged in the tree-tops bright, He fell, in his saint-like beauty, Asleep by the gates of light. --Page 129. Save me alike from foolish pride, Or impious discontent, Or aught thy wisdom has denied, Or aught thy goodness lent. --Page 173. And there through the flash of the morning light, A steed as black as the steeds of night, Was seen to pass as with eagle flight. --Page 224. Noiselessly as the springtime Her crown of verdure weaves, And all the trees on all the hills Open their thousand leaves. --Page 267. Who dies in youth and vigor, dies the best, Struck through with wounds, all honest, on the breast. --Page 369. (Volume V)