The ear in man and beast is an evidence of blood and high breeding.

Of dead kingdoms I recall the soul, sitting amid their ruins

Nature has thrown a veil of modest beauty over maidenhood and moss-roses.

The rain is playing its soft pleasant tune fitfully on the skylight, and the shade of the fast-flying clouds across my book passed with delicate change.

A lamp is lit in woman's eye; that souls, else lost on earth, remember angels by.

The innocence that feels no risk and is taught no caution, is more vulnerable than guilt, and oftener assailed.

T is the work of many a dark hour, many a prayer, to bring the heart back from an infant gone.