I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;- Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn.

Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold!

O men with sisters dear, O men with mothers and wives, It is not linen you 're wearing out, But human creatures' lives!

The best of friends fall out, and so his teeth had done some years ago.

We watch'd her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro.

To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.

It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy.