Time was I shrank from what was right, [15].
'Tis a lifelong toil till our lump be leaven, [39].
'Tis Being, and Doing, and Having, [148].
'Tis finally, the man who, lifted high, [3].
'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours, [232].
'Tis he whose every thought, [26].
'Tis impious in a good man to be sad, [147].
'Tis life whereof our nerves are scant, [266].
'Tis not alone in the sunshine, [160].
'Tis not the grapes of Canaan that repay, [186].