Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there In happier beauty; more pellucid streams, An ampler ether, a diviner air, And fields invested with purpureal gleams.

Every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath.

The wealthiest man among us is the best

By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same!

But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.

Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

We murder to dissect.