On a fair prospect some have looked, And felt, as I have heard them say, As if the moving time had been A thing as steadfast as the scene On which they gazed themselves away.

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.

The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society.

Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns.

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.

Alas! how little can a moment show Of an eye where feeling plays In ten thousand dewy rays: A face o'er which a thousand shadows go!

But hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity.