The First Pale Blossom Of The Unripened

We Should Contract Our Ideas Of Education, And Expect No More From It Than It Is Able To Perform.

Man Is The Nobler Growth Our Realms Supply, And Souls Are Ripened In Our Northern Sky.

It Is, In Truth, The Most Absurd Of All Suppositions, That A Human Being Can Be Educated, Or Even Nourished And Brought Up, Without Imbibing Numberless Prejudices From Every Thing Which Passes Around Him.

Of Her Scorn The Maid Repented, And The Shepherd - Of His Love.

When One By One Our Ties Are Torn, And Friend From Friend Is Snatched Forlorn; When Man Is Left Alone To Mourn, Oh! Then How Sweet It Is To Die!