The sea! The sea! The open sea!, The blue, the fresh, the ever free!

I said that I loved the wise proverb, Brief, simple and deep; For it I'd exchange the great poem That sends us to sleep.

Most writers steal a good thing when they can, and when 'Tis safely got 'Tis worth the winning. The worst of 't is we now and then detect em, they ever dream that we suspect em.

The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.

Women are so gentle, so affectionate, so true in sorrow, so untired and untiring! but the leaf withers not sooner, and tropic light fades not more abruptly.

Despair doth strike as deep a furrow in the brain as mischief or remorse.

Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.