The music, and the banquet, and the wine-- The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments-- The white arms and the raven hair--the braids, And bracelets; swan-like bosoms, and the necklace, An India in itself, yet dazzling not.

Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.

Romances paint at full length people's wooing. But only give a bust of marriages.

When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter." And proved it--'t was no matter what he said.

Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water! Ye happy mixture of more happy days!

It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.

I learned to love despair.