Of Love, That Fairest Joys Give Most

Literary Men Are . . . A Perpetual Priesthood.

To Bear All Naked Truths, And To Envisage Circumstance, All Calm, That Is The Top Of Sovereignty

Let Us Away, My Love, With Happy Speed; There Are No Ears To Hear, Or Eyes To See, - Drown'd All In Rhenish And The Sleepy Mead. Awake! Arise! My Love And Fearless Be, For O'er The Southern Moors I Have A Home For Thee.

You Are Always New, The Last Of Your Kisses Was Ever The Sweetest.

I Don't Need The Stars In The Night I Found My Treasure All I Need Is You By My Side So Shine Forever