Vacant Heart, And Hand, And Eye, Easy

He That Would Soothe Sorrow Must Not Argue On The Vanity Of The Most Deceitful Hopes.

Never Was Flattery Lost On A Poet's Ear; A Simple Race, They Waste Their Toil For The Vain Tribute Of A Smile.

The Heart-sick Faintness Of The Hope Delayed!

Time Rolls His Ceaseless Course.

Teach You Children Poetry; It Opens The Mind, Lends Grace To Wisdom And Makes The Heroic Virtues Hereditary.