For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.

What makes a regiment of soldiers a more noble object of view than the same mass of mob? Their arms, their dresses, their banners, and the art and artificial symmetry of their position and movements.

It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe; you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.

Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were; First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away--Is this the whole?

The keenest pangs the wretched find Are rapture to the dreary void, The leafless desert of the mind, The waste of feelings unemployed.

Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.

All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.