So Sweet The Blush Of Bashfulness, E'en

Think You, If Laura Had Been Petrarch's Wife, He Would Have Written Sonnets All His Life?.

I Am Surrounded Here By Parsons And Methodists, But As You Will See, Not Infested With The Mania.

Nothing So Difficult As A Beginning In Poesy, Unless Perhaps The End.

Yet Smelt Roast Meat, Beheld A Huge Fire Shine, And Cooks In Motion With Their Clean Arms Bared.

You Don't Love A Woman Because She Is Beautiful, But She Is Beautiful Because You Love Her. Never Underestimate The Power Of Love. The Way To Love Anything Is To Realize It May Be Lost. The Heart Has Its Reasons That Reason Does Not Know At All. Music Is Love In Search Of A Word. There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods; There Is A Rapture On The Lonely Shore; There Is Society, Where None Intrudes, By The Deep Sea, And Music In Its Roar.