Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue.

... and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.

In years that bring the philosophic mind.

Let the moon shine on the in thy solitary walk; and let the misty mountain-winds be free to blow against thee.

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man.

One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.

Worse than idle is compassion if it ends in tears and sighs.