William Cullen Bryant quotes:

Autumn...the year's last, loveliest smile."[Indian Summer]

A beautiful city is Richmond, seated on the hills that overlook the James River. The dwellings have a pleasant appearance, often standing by themselves in the midst of gardens. In front of several, I saw large magnolias, their dark, glazed leaves glittering in the March sunshine.

Nothing can be more striking to one who is accustomed to the little inclosures called public parks in our American cities, than the spacious, open grounds of London. I doubt, in fact, whether any person fully comprehends their extent, from any of the ordinary descriptions of them, until he has seen them or tried to walk over them.

The birch-bark canoe of the savage seems to me one of the most beautiful and perfect things of the kind constructed by human art.

A herd of prairie-wolves will enter a field of melons and quarrel about the division of the spoils as fiercely and noisily as so many politicians.

And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood.

That rolls to its appointed end