Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away.

But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for humankind, Is happy as a lover.

Me this uncharted freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance desires, My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same.

From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.

And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain.

Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.

The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.