Vain folly of another age, / This wandering over earth, / To find the peace by some dark sin / Banish'd our household hearth.

Society is like a large piece of frozen water, and skating well is the great art of social life.

Young Love! how well thy smile can cheer / All other ills that wring the heart? / All other sorrows may we bear, / But those in which thyself hast part.

A thousand curls. It was a solitude / Made for young hearts in love's first dreaming mood:-- / Beneath the garden lay, fill'd with rose-trees / Whose sighings came like passion on the breeze.

The frost of winter and the summer storm. All bow it down; rarely the blossom comes. To full maturity; but there is nought.

Castle is the name given to some of those gigantic rocks, from which the idea of architecture would seem to have originated; though it is remarkable, that most mighty edifices have always been the work of flat countries.

To bathe in a particular spot of the ganges, at the time when the sun enters the sign Aries.

My tale is told, the glad sunshine / Fell over its commencing line,— / It was a morn in June, the sun / Was blessing all it shone upon.

Imagination is to love what gas is to the balloon that which raises it from earth.

Too late we awake to regret—but what tears / Can bring back the waste to our hearts and our years?