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

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!

we should contract our ideas of education, and expect no more from it than it is able to perform.

Say not 'Good-night' but in some brighter clime, bid me 'Good-morning.'

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

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

it is, in truth, the most absurd of all suppositions, that a human being can be educated, or even nourished and brought up, without imbibing numberless prejudices from every thing which passes around him.