-ev'n with us the breath Of Science dims the mirror of our joy.
Of puns it has been said that those who most dislike them are those who are least able to utter them.
Most writers - poets in especial - prefer having it understood that they compose by a species of fine frenzy - an ecstatic intuition - and would positively shudder at letting the public take a peep behind the scenes.
The fever called "living" Is conquer'd at last.
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.
We had always dwelled together, beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass.