Freely They Stood Who Stood, And Fell

Where Peace And Rest Can Never Dwell, Hope Never Comes, That Comes To All.

Accuse Not Nature: She Hath Done Her Part; Do Thou But Thine.

Boast Not Of What Thou Would'st Have Done, But Do.

Darkness Now Rose, As Daylight Sunk, And Brought In Low'ring Night Her Shadowy Offspring.

The Olive Grove Of Academe, Plato's Retirement, Where The Attic Bird Trills Her Thick-warbled Notes The Summer Long.