in came ... a baby, eloquent as infancy usually is, and like most youthful orators, more easily heard than understood.
Oh, only those whose souls have felt this one idolatry can tell how precious is the slightest thing affection gives and hallows.
A sealed book, at whose contents we tremble.
We are ourselves our happiness.
The heart's hushed secret in the soft dark eye.
Praise is sometimes a good thing for the diffident and the despondent. It teaches them properly to rely on the kindness of others.