Of dead kingdoms I recall the soul, sitting amid their ruins
The highest triumph of art, is the truest presentation of nature.
I knelt, and with the fervor of a lip unused to the cool breath of reason, told my love.
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.
Temptation hath a music for all ears.
Flirtation is a circulating library, in which we seldom ask twice for the same volume.