The sickening pang of hope deferr'd.
I will tear this folly from my heart, though every fibre bleed as I rend it away!
Stood for his country's glory fast, And nailed her colors to the mast!
Nothing is more completely the child of art than a garden.
Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.
Time rolls his ceaseless course.