There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.
Charles LambFriend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling?
Charles LambTo sigh, yet feel no pain; To weep, yet scarce know why; To sport an hour with Beauty's chain, Then throw it idly by.
Charles LambAnd when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon.
Charles Lamb