What is man's love? His vows are broke even while his parting kiss is warm.
They love their land, because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why; Would shake hands with a king upon his throne, And think it kindness to his majesty. - Fitz
Beauty,--the fading rainbow's pride.
The wild-flower wreath of feeling, the sunbeam of the heart.
None knew thee but to love thee.
I cannot spare the luxury of believing that all things beautiful are what they seem.