For Style Beyond The Genius

My Flowery And Green Age Was Passing Away, And I Feeling A Chill In The Fires Had Been Wasting My Heart, For I Was Drawing Near The Hillside Above The Grave.

An Equal Doom Clipp'd Time's Blest Wings Of Peace.

Often On Earth The Gentlest Heart Is Fain To Feed And Banquet On Another's Woe.

Who Naught Suspects Is Easily Deceived.

The Aged Love What Is Practical While Impetuous Youth Longs Only For What Is Dazzling.