"Faintly as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time."

"Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past."

"Self is the medium thro' which Judgment's ray Can seldom pass without being turned astray."

"Patience lingers o'er the weedy shore, And, mutely waiting till the storm be o'er, Turns to young Hope, who still dir…"

"A Persian's heaven is easily made: 'Tis but black eyes and lemonade."

"Oft, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me; The…"

"I feel like one, Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but…"

"What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine."

"All that's bright must fade,— The brightest and the fleetest; All that's sweet was made, But to be lost when sweetest."

"Just as the mind the erring sense believes, The erring mind, in turn, the sense deceives."