The light that lies In woman's eyes.
The Muses were dumb while Apollo lectured.
Damn the age. I'll write for antiquity.
Of all sound of all bells... most solemn and touching is the peal which rings out the Old Year.
You may derive thoughts from others; your way of thinking, the mould in which your thoughts are cast, must be your own.
Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken.