Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal.
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.
Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave.
Reason is so unreasonable, that few people can say they are in possession of it.
The French courage proceeds from vanity