Happiness was born a twin.
The Niobe of nations! there she stands.
Liberty - eternal spirit of the chainless mind
My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone!
Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.
Of all tales 'tis the saddest--and more sad, Because it makes us smile.