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Perhaps the early grave Which men weep over may be meant to save.

Of all The fools who flock'd to swell or see the show Who car'd about the corpse? The funeral Made the attraction, and the black the woe; There throbb'd not there a thought which pierc'd the pall.

Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime, Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madded to crime?

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?

Fair Greece! and relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more; though fallen great!

The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung. Where grew the arts of war and peace,-- Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.

Such is the aspect of this shore; 'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there.

Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water! Ye happy mixture of more happy days!

. . . all who joy would win Must share it.--Happiness was born a twin.

There comes For ever something between us and what We deem our happiness.

But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?

All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin. Anon -Lord Byron.

Hatred is the madness of the heart.

Hatred is by far the longest pleasure; Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

These two hated with a hate Found only on the stage.

Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

When health, affrighted, spreads her rosy wing, And flies with every changing gale of spring.

He ne'er presumed to make an error clearer;-- In short, there never was a better hearer.

His heart was one of those which most enamour us, Wax to receive, and marble to retain.

Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh, give me back my heart!