For through the South the custom still commands The gentleman to kiss the lady's hands.

I stood among them, but not of them: in a shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts.

When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World.

Lord of himself; that heritage of woe!

There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had ears; The earth is but the music of the spheres.

Next to dressing for a rout or ball, undressing is a woe.

Exhausting thought, And hiving wisdom with each studious year.