The Spring Came Suddenly, Bursting Upon The

It Is A Beautiful Trait In The Lover's Character, That They Think No Evil Of The Object Loved.

Let The Dead Past Bury Its Dead!

Nature Paints Not; In Oils, But Frescoes The Great Dome Of Heaven; With Sunsets, And The Lovely Forms Of Clouds; And Flying Vapors.

Time Rides With The Old At A Great Pace. As Travellers On Swift Steeds See The Near Landscape Fly And Flow Behind Them, While The Remoter Fields And Dim Horizons Go With Them, And Seem Wheeling Round To Meet Them, So In Old Age Things Near Us Slip Away, And Distant Things Go With Us.

The Air Of Summer Was Sweeter Than Wine.