For Pleasures Past I Do Not Grieve,

I See Before Me The Gladiator Lie.

He Scratched His Ear, The Infallible Resource To Which Embarrassed People Have Recourse.

But Mighty Nature Bounds As From Her Birth; The Sun Is In The Heavens, And Life On Earth: Flowers In The Valley, Splendor In The Beam, Health On The Gale, And Freshness In The Stream.

Fame Is The Thirst Of Youth.

Twas Twilight, And The Sunless Day Went Down Over The Waste Of Waters; Like A Veil, Which, If Withdrawn, Would But Disclose The Frown Of One Whose Hate Is Mask'd But To Assail.