I live not in myself, but I become portion of that around me; and to me high mountains are a feeling, but the hum of human cities torture. 1.8K
On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined. No sleep til morn, when youth and pleasure meet to chase the glowing hours with flying feet. 578
Years steal fire from the mind as vigour from the limb; and life’s enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim. 531
What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life’s page, and be alone on earth, as I am now. 541
