Think not I am what I appear.

You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?

As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.

He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress - or a nunnery.

I am always most religious upon a sunshiny day.

What an antithetical mind! - tenderness, roughness - delicacy, coarseness - sentiment, sensuality - soaring and groveling, dirt and deity - all mixed up in that one compound of inspired clay!

So much alarmed that she is quite alarming