A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free. - William Wordsworth

[...]the stately and slow-moving Turk,
With freight of slippers piled beneath his arm.

Choice word, and measured phrase; above the reach Of ordinary men; a stately speech!

The pleasure-house is dust: — behind, before,
This is no common waste, no common gloom;
But Nature, in due course of time, once more
Shall here put on her beauty and her bloom.

She leaves these objects to a slow decay,
That what we are, and have been, may be known;
But at the coming of the milder day,
These monuments shall all be overgrown.