He Might Have Proved A Useful Adjunct,

Books Think For Me. I Can Read Anything Which I Call A Book.

Oh, Breathe Not His Name! Let It Sleep In The Shade, Where Cold And Unhonour'd His Relics Are Laid

Not Many Sounds In Life, And I Include All Urban And All Rural Sounds, Exceed In Interest A Knock At The Door.

Our Spirits Grow Gray Before Our Hairs.

My Only Books Were Woman's Looks,- And Folly 's All They 've Taught Me.