I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, wherever nature led.
Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel To self-reproach.
Prompt to move but firm to wait - knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
The childhood of today is the manhood of tomorrow
This City now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.