And If God Choose I Shall But

I Would Not Be A Rose Upon The Wall A Queen Might Stop At, Near The Palace-door, To Say To A Courtier, "pluck That Rose For Me, It's Prettier Than The Rest." O Romney Leigh! I'd Rather Far Be Trodden By His Foot, Than Lie In A Great Queen's Bosom.

Wall Must Get The Weather Stain Before They Grow The Ivy.

Love That Endures, From Life That Disappears!

Large, Musing Eyes, Neither Joyous Nor Sorry.

No Man Can Be Called Friendless Who Has God And The Companionship Of Good Books.