we should contract our ideas of education, and expect no more from it than it is able to perform.
We neither laugh alone, nor weep alone, why then should we pray alone?
The first pale blossom of the unripened year.
The dead of midnight is the noon of thought.
When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; when man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!
The well taught philosophic mind To all compassion gives; Casts round the world an equal eye, And feels for all that lives.