The words 'far, far away' had always a strange charm.

Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.

And o'er the hills, and far away Beyond their utmost purple rim, Beyond the night, across the day, Thro' all the world she follow'd him.

Never, oh! never, nothing will die; The stream flows, The wind blows, The cloud fleets, The heart beats, Nothing will die.

Thoroughly to believe in one's own self, so one's self were thorough, were to do great things.

The dream Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East, Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn.