To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.

Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.

Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.

I slept and dreamt that life was beauty; I woke and found that life was duty.

The sky is changed,-and such a change! O night And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, Leaps the live thunder.

My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then.

Critics are already made.