One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.
The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, That no philosophy can lift.
Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
Laying out grounds may be considered a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.
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.
And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.