“On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd;No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meetTo chase the Glowing Hours with Flying feet.”

“On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd”

“When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.”

“Even innocence itself has many a wile,And will not dare to trust itself with truth,And love is taught hypocrisy from youth.”

“To have joy, one must share it.”

“I awoke one morning to find myself famous.”

“The kiss, dear maid ! thy lip has leftShall never part from mine,Till happier hours restore the giftUntainted back to thine. Thy parting glance, which fondly beams,An equal love may see:The tear that from thine eyelid streamsCan weep no change in me. I ask no pledge to make me blestIn gazing when alone;Nor one memorial for a breast,Whose thoughts are all thine own. Nor need I write --- to tell the taleMy pen were doubly weak:Oh ! what can idle words avail,Unless the heart could speak ? By day or night, in weal or woe,That heart, no longer free,Must bear the love it cannot show,And silent ache for thee.”