I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs.... Perhaps I am an exception.

Alas, for the effects of bad tea and bad temper!

The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.

The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We'll talk its pensive hours away.

Cold inthe earthand the deepsnow piled abovethee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime's all-serving wave?

I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs.... Perhaps I am an exception.

In secret pleasure — secret tears This changeful life has slipped away