Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till-'t is gone, and all is gray.

Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

Jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

Rough Johnson, the great moralist.

Tis the perception of the beautiful, A fine extension of the faculties, Platonic, universal, wonderful, Drawn from the stars, and filtered through the skies, Without which life would be extremely dull

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

And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music... Speak to me!