O woman! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!

In that pleasant district of merry England which is watered by the river Don, there extended in ancient times a large forest, covering the greater part of the beautiful hills and valleys which lie between Sheffield and the pleasant town of Doncaster.

come he slow or come he fast it is but death that comes at last

Women are but the toys which amuse our lighter hours---ambition is the serious business of life.

I did not myself set a high estimation on wealth, and had the affectation of most young men of lively imagination, who suppose that they can better dispense with the possession of money, than resign their time and faculties to the labour necessary to acquire it.

When thinking about companions gone, we feel ourselves doubly alone.

Where, where was Roderick then? One blast upon his bugle horn Were worth a thousand men.