When thinking about companions gone, we feel ourselves doubly alone.
Faces that have charmed us the most escape us the soonest.
One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, and men below, and the saints above, for love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Teach your children poetry; it opens the mind, lends grace to wisdom and makes the heroic virtues hereditary.
So wondrous wild, the whole might seemthe scenery of a fairy dream.
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