With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right the music of my nature.

I love thee to the level of everyday's most quiet need, by sun and candle light...I love thee with the breath,smiles,t ears,of all my life.

She has seen the mystery hid Under Egypt's pyramid: By those eyelids pale and close Now she knows what Rhamses knows.

Since when was genius found respectable?

I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use

An ignorance of means may minister to greatness, but an ignorance of aims make it impossible to be great at all.

Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.