The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs.

Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch'd in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

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

Earth has not anything to show more fair.

But how can he expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all?

The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.

All that we behold is full of blessings.