A Persian's Heaven Is Eas'ly Made: 't

Your Absence Of Mind We Have Borne, Till Your Presence Of Body Came To Be Called In Question By It.

Time Partially Reconciles Us To Anything. I Gradually Became Content--doggedly Contented, As Wild Animals In Cages.

I Am In Love With The Green Earth.

The Muses Were Dumb While Apollo Lectured.

Shut Not Thy Purse-strings Always Against Painted Distress.