The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
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.
Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.
Since Eve ate the apple, much depends on dinner.
Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock!
The poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend.