There is music in all things, if men had ears.

Romances I ne'er read like those I have seen.

Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.

Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.

Damn description, it is always disgusting.

There is something to me very softening in the presence of a woman, some strange influence, even if one is not in love with them, which I cannot at all account for, having no very high opinion of the sex. But yet, I always feel in better humor with myself and every thing else, if there is a woman within ken.

Accursed be the city where the laws would stifle nature's!