Pity it is to slay the meanest thing. - Thomas Hood

I remember, I remember
The fir-trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from Heaven
Than when I was a boy.

No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.

Ben Battle was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms;
But a cannon-ball took off his legs, So he laid down his arms.