To-day Is Always Different From Yesterday.

Sweet April's Tears, Dead On The Hem Of May.

In My Garden I Spend My Days; In My Library I Spend My Nights.

Stirling, Like A Huge Brooch, Clasps Highlands And Lowlands Together.

A Thought May Be Very Commendable As A Thought, But I Value It Chiefly As A Window Through Which I Can Obtain Insight On The Thinker.

The Pleased Sea On A White-breasted Shore-- A Shore That Wears On Her Alluring Brows Rare Shells, Far Brought, The Love-gifts Of The Sea, That Blushed A Tell-tale.