Beauty Is In The Eye Of The

I Feel Monotony And Death To Be Almost The Same.

It Would Not Be Wicked To Love Me." "it Would To Obey You.

Out Of Association Grows Adhesion, And Out Of Adhesion Amalgamation.

As To The Thoughts, They Are Elfish. Those Eyes In The Evening Star You Must Have Seen In A Dream.

I Would Not Be You For A Kingdom.' The Remark Was Too Naïve To Rouse Anger; I Merely Said - 'very Good.' 'and What Would You Give To Be Me?' She Inquired. 'not A Bad Sixpence - Strange As It May Sound', I Replied. 'you Are But A Poor Creature.' 'you Don't Think So In Your Heart.' 'no; For In My Heart You Have Not The Outline Of A Place: I Only Occasionally Turn You Over In My Brain.