Yet He Was Jealous, Though He Did

Ancient Of Days! August Athena! Where, Where Are Thy Men Of Might? Thy Grand In Soul? Gone--glimmering Through The Dream Of Things That Were; First In The Race That Led To Glory's Goal, They Won, And Pass'd Away--is This The Whole?

My Boat Is On The Shore, And My Bark Is On The Sea.

There Is Something To Me Very Softening In The Presence Of A Woman, Some Strange Influence, Even If One Is Not In Love With Them, Which I Cannot At All Account For, Having No Very High Opinion Of The Sex. But Yet, I Always Feel In Better Humor With Myself And Every Thing Else, If There Is A Woman Within Ken.

He Who Surpasses Or Subdues Mankind, Must Look Down On The Hate Of Those Below.

And Gentle Winds And Waters Near, Make Music To The Lonely Ear.