The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made; Stronger by weakness, wiser, men become As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view, That stand upon the threshold of the new.

Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.

There is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies blow; A heavenly paradise is that place, Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow: There cherries grow wh…

The Muses' friend, Tea, does our fancy aid, Repress the vapours which the head invade, ? And keeps the palace of the soul serene.

I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis li…

Every one of those unfortunates during the process of existence should constantly sense and be cognizant of the inevitability of his own death as well as of th…

The day becomes more solemn and serene When noon is past; there is a harmony In autumn, and a lustre in its sky, Which through the summer is not heard or seen,…