Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent.

Love betters what is best

That blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened.

It is the 1st mild day of March. Each minute sweeter than before... there is a blessing in the air.

A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free.

O Reader! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle Reader! you would find A tale in everything.

Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold The likeness of whate'er on land is seen.