His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.
Love's a fire that needs renewal Of fresh beauty for its fuel.
Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name.
The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!
the soul of conversation is sympathy
Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of the day, spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay.