James Russell Lowell

It is by presence of mind in untried emergencies that the native metal of a man is tested.

There is nothing so desperately monotonous as the sea, and I no longer wonder at the cruelty of pirates.

They came three thousand miles, and died, To keep the Past upon its throne; Unheard, beyond the ocean tide, Their English mother made her moan.

From lower to the higher next, Not to the top, is Nature’s text; And embryo Good, to reach full stature, Absorbs the Evil in its nature.