I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, wherever nature led.

Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love.

Like thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality.

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.

A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light

Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.