Sorrow preys upon Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it From its sad visions of the other world Than calling it at moments back to this. The busy have no time for tears.

And what is writ is writ - / Would it were worthier!

Land of lost gods and godlike men.

I had a dream, which was not at all a dream.

Muse of the many twinkling feet, whose charms are now extending up from legs to arms.

If a man proves too clearly and convincingly to himself...that a tiger is an optical illusion--well, he will find out he is wrong. The tiger will himself intervene in the discussion, in a manner which will be in every sense conclusive.

Alas! how deeply painful is all payment!