Thou Art A Dreaming Thing, A Fever

Works Of Genius Are The First Things In The World.

Scenery Is Fine - But Human Nature Is Finer.

I Have Two Luxuries To Brood Over In My Walks, Your Loveliness And The Hour Of My Death. O That I Could Have Possession Of Them Both In The Same Minute.

You Are Always New. The Last Of Your Kisses Was Even The Sweetest; The Last Smile The Brightest; The Last Movement The Gracefullest.

O For The Gentleness Of Old Romance, The Simple Planning Of A Minstrel's Song!