On With The Dance! Let Joy Be

I Learned To Love Despair.

Keep Thy Smooth Words And Juggling Homilies For Those Who Know Thee Not.

I Would Rather Have A Nod From An American, Than A Snuff- Box From An Emperor.

I Am Never Long, Even In The Society Of Her I Love, Without Yearning For The Company Of My Lamp And My Library.

The Mellow Autumn Came, And With It Came The Promised Party, To Enjoy Its Sweets. The Corn Is Cut, The Manor Full Of Game; The Pointer Ranges, And The Sportsman Beats In Russet Jacket;--lynx-like Is His Aim; Full Grows His Bag, And Wonderful His Feats. An, Nutbrown Partridges! An, Brilliant Pheasants! And Ah, Ye Poachers!--'tis No Sport For Peasants.