What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.
The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.
A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free.
Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.
He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,- The past unsighed for, and the future sure.