Experience finds few of the scenes that lively hope designs.
Life is not measured by the time we live.
We cannot heal the throbbing heart till we discern the wounds within.
He tried the luxury of doing good.
With eye upraised his master's look to scan, The joy, the solace, and the aid of man: The rich man's guardian and the poor man's friend, The only creature faithful to the end.
Life's bloomy flush was lost.