A Court Has No Right To Strain

The Fancy Is Indeed No Other Than A Mode Of Memory Emancipated From The Order Of Time And Space.

Swiftly, Swiftly Flew The Ship, Yet She Sailed Softly Too: Sweetly, Sweetly Blew The Breeze - On Me Alone It Blew.

And In Today Already Walks Tomorrow.

Novels Are To Love As Fairy Tales To Dreams.

He Holds Him With His Glittering Eye, And Listens Like A Three Years' Child.