Friendless I Can Never Be, For All

She Had Gained A Reputation For Beauty, And (which Is Often Another Thing) Was Beautiful.

Nothing Of What Is Nobly Done Is Ever Lost.

In The Destroyer's Steps There Spring Up Bright Creations That Defy His Power, And His Dark Path Becomes A Way Of Light To Heaven.

There Was No Wind; There Was No Passing Shadow On The Deep Shade Of The Night; There Was No Noise. The City Lay Behind Him, Lighted Here And There, And Starry Worlds Were Hidden By The Masonry Of Spire And Roof That Hardly Made Out Any Shapes Against The Sky. Dark And Lonely Distance Lay Around Him Everywhere, And The Clocks Were Faintly Striking Two.

Ask No Questions, And You'll Be Told No Lies.