Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
A fav’rite has no friend!
Commerce changes the fate and genius of nations.
Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom’d caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Behind the steps that Misery treads Approaching Comfort view: The hues of bliss more brightly glow Chastised by sabler tints of woe, And blended form, with artful strife, The strength and harmony of life.
Where’er the oak’s thick branches stretch A broader browner shade; Where’er the rude and moss-grown beech O’er-canopies the glade, Beside some water’s rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think.
How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great!