All Heaven And Earth Are Still, Though

Fills The Air Around With Beauty.

But As To Women, Who Can Penetrate The Real Sufferings Of Their She Condition? Man's Very Sympathy With Their Estate Has Much Of Selfishness And More Suspicion. Their Love, Their Virtue, Beauty, Education, But Form Good Housekeepers, To Breed A Nation.

I Should, Many A Good Day, Have Blown My Brains Out, But For The Recollection That It Would Have Given Pleasure To My Mother-in-law.

Sleep Hath Its Own World, And The Wide Realm Of Wild Reality.

For A Man To Become A Poet (witness Petrarch And Dante), He Must Be In Love, Or Miserable.