Years Of Love Have Been Forgot, In

I Felt That I Breathed An Atmosphere Of Sorrow.

I Intend To Put Up With Nothing That I Can Put Down.

The Eye, Like A Shattered Mirror, Multiplies The Images Of Sorrow

A Gentleman With A Pug Nose Is A Contradiction In Terms.

Hear The Sledges With The Bells, Silver Bells! What A World Of Merriment Their Melody Foretells! How They Tinkle, Tinkle, Tinkle, In The Icy Air Of Night, While The Stars That Oversprinkle All The Heavens Seem To Twinkle With A Crystalline Delight: Keeping Time, Time, Time, In A Sort Of Runic Rhyme To The Tintinnabulation That So Musically Wells From The Bells, Bells, Bells, Bells, Bells, Bells, Bells-- From The Jingling And The Tingling Of The Bells.