Music's Golden Tongue Flatter'd To Tears This

All Writing Is A Form Of Prayer.

The Genius Of Shakespeare Was An Innate University.

Scenery Is Fine - But Human Nature Is Finer.

I Have Met With Women Whom I Really Think Would Like To Be Married To A Poem And To Be Given Away By A Novel.

Through The Dancing Poppies Stole A Breeze, Most Softly Lulling To My Soul.