The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed. I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
The 'good old times' - all times when old are good.
One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.
For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.
My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea.