Nature has thrown a veil of modest beauty over maidenhood and moss-roses.
Flirtation is a circulating library, in which we seldom ask twice for the same volume.
The taste forever refines in the study of women.
Of dead kingdoms I recall the soul, sitting amid their ruins
I knelt, and with the fervor of a lip unused to the cool breath of reason, told my love.
One gets, sensitive about losing mornings after getting a little used to them with living in a country. Each one of these endlessly varied daybreaks is an opera but once performed.