To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.
But hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity.
Wisdom married to immortal verse.
Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present, to live better in the future.
Society became my glittering bride, And airy hopes my children.