The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the music breathing from her face, 19 The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,— And oh, that … - Lord Byron

All who joy would win
Must share it
- Hapiness was born a twin.

Light be the turf of thy tomb!
May its verdure like emeralds be:
There should not be the shadow of gloom
In aught that reminds us of thee:
Young flowers, and an evergreen tree
May spring from the spot of thy rest;
But not cypress nor yew let us see;
For why should we mourn for the blest?

Who hath not proved how feebly words essay
To fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray? Who doth not feel, until his failing sight
Faints into dimness with its own delight, His changing cheek, his sinking heart, confess
The might, the majesty of loveliness?