The well taught philosophic mind To all compassion gives; Casts round the world an equal eye, And feels for all that lives.

The first pale blossom of the unripened year.

Of her scorn the maid repented, And the shepherd - of his love.

The dead of midnight is the noon of thought.

You, that have toiled during youth, to set your son upon higher ground, and to enable him to begin where you left off, do not expect that son to be what you were, - diligent, modest, active, simple in his tastes, fertile in resources. You have put him under quite a different master. Poverty educated you; wealth will educate him. You cannot suppose the result will be the same.

The world has little to bestow Where two fond hearts in equal love are joined.

Forgotten rimes, and college themes, Worm-eaten plans, and embryo schemes; A mass of heterogeneous matter. A chaos dark, nor land nor water.