O, rank is good, and gold is fair,
And high and low mate ill;
But love has never known a law
Beyond its own sweet will! - John Greenleaf Whittier. View more images...

Through this broad street, restless ever, ebbs and flows a human tide, wave on wave a living river; wealth and fashion side by side; Toiler, idler, slave and master, in the same quick current glide. - John Greenleaf Whittier. View more images...

"I'm sorry that I spell'd the word;
I hate to go above you,
Because"—the brown eyes lower fell,—
"Because, you see, I love you!" - John Greenleaf Whittier. View more images...

No lance have I, in joust or fight, To splinter in my lady's sight; But, at her feet, how blest were I For any need of hers to die! - John Greenleaf Whittier. View more images...