It Is Very Iniquitous To Make Me

I Only Know We Loved In Vain; I Only Feel-farewell! Farewell!

So Sweet The Blush Of Bashfulness, E'en Pity Scarce Can Wish It Less!

A Mighty Mass Of Brick, And Smoke, And Shipping, Dirty And Dusty, But As Wide As Eye Could Reach, With Here And There A Sail Just Skipping In Sight, Then Lost Amidst The Forestry Of Masts; A Wilderness Of Steeples Peeping On Tiptoe Through Their Sea-coal Canopy; A Huge, Dun Cupola, Like A Fools-cap Crown On A Fool's Head - And There Is London Town.

Venice Once Was Dear, The Pleasant Place Of All Festivity, The Revel Of The Earth, The Masque Of Italy.

Most Glorious Night! Thou Wert Not Sent For Slumber!