Love rules the camp, the court, the grove - for love is Heaven, and Heaven is love.

With thee all tales are sweet; each clime has charms; earth - sea alike - our world within our arms.

Which cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires The young, makes Weariness forget his toil, And Fear her danger; opens a new world When this, the present, palls.

I stood among them, but not of them: in a shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts.

He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace!

O Fame! if I ever took delight in thy praises, Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover The thought that I was not unworthy to love her.

Above or Love, Hope, Hate or Fear, It lives all passionless and pure: An age shall fleet like earthly year; Its years in moments shall endure. Away, away, without a wing, O'er all, through all, its thought shall fly; A nameless and eternal thing, Forgetting what it was to die.