Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow.

I don't need the stars in the night I found my treasure All I need is you by my side so shine forever

Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow.

Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.

I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.

We have oftener than once endeavoured to attach some meaning to that aphorism, vulgarly imputed to Shaftesbury, which however we can find nowhere in his works, that "ridicule is the test of truth."

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite.