O let me lead her gently o'er the brook, Watch her half-smiling lips and downward look; O let me for one moment touch her wrist; Let me one moment to her breathing list; And as she leaves me, may she often turn Her fair eyes looking through her locks auburne.

Who would wish to be among the commonplace crowd of the little famous - who are each individually lost in a throng made up of themselves?

An extensive knowledge is needful to thinking people-it takes away the heat and fever; and helps, by widening speculation, to ease the burden of the mystery.

Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree's summit.

All my clear-eyed fish, Golden, or rainbow-sided, or purplish, Vermilion-tail'd, or finn'd with silvery gauze... My charming rod, my potent river spells.

You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.

Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not